By Richard Matthews, Producer and Cinematographer
Journey through the dunes
I looked down at the sea
of sand ahead
of us. For mile upon mile sand dunes towered around
us, the whistling wind whipping across their surfaces and sending
plumes of fine yellow grains curling into the air.
Wed been driving south for over an hour, the tyres
of our four-wheel-drive land rover deflated to give the
vehicle more puchase on the hot soft sand. We were headed
for Sandwich harbour, an isolated lagoon on the Namibian
coast famous for its bird life and its spectacular
We, in the other hand, had been doing so for the last seven months and wed learnt a thing or two about desert driving the hard way ourselves. Getting stuck was just part of the the job, as was the hours of back breaking digging and pushing that it usually took to get us out again. Furthermore we were equipped for whatever the desert had in store for us. We had excellent tyres, sand ladders, a spade, plenty of food and water, and most important of all -- an air jack -- a big inflatable plastic bag that attached to the car's exhaust and inflated to raise the vehicle out of the soft sand when we got stuck. Not that we were stuck -- yet. Our problem was that the tracks wed been following had suddenly petered out, blown over by the relentless wind. Wed never been to Sandwich harbour before and all I knew was it was south of us. If we took a wrong turn we could end up miles from nowhere, off the beaten track and with little chance of anyone coming by for weeks. Which was the right way to go? There was only one way to find out.