Day 3 Room with a view

We started the day again at the wreck of the Shawnee that stranded in 1976. The skeleton of this wreck reminded us again that this coastline is the book of remembrance; telling the story of hopes and dreams and of lives
lost. The shore is littered with the shells, white-washed whale bones
and driftwood that comes from some mysterious places.

23.2km later we were at the new camp.

The camp was on a dune, overlooking the desert and the sea. We but just speckles in a vast space of nothingness.Читать далее