The Namibian coast- particularly the middle section - has always been synonymous with holidays forme. Growing up, I spent every Christmas, Easter and most long weekends in the tiny town ofHenties Bay. We would load the carso full it looked like we were emigrating every time, stop only once fora bathroom and biltong-buying break, and finally take the dirt road past Spitzkoppe. My sister and I would stare out of the window in anticipation, knowing that as soon as the mist bank appeared above the horizon and the terrain levelled out to a long, flat stretch, the holiday had begun.
The Namibian coast - particularly the middle section, which boasts the country’s youngest National Park - has always been synonymous
