There is just something about the red dunes of the Kalahari. You don’t quite know what it is, but it is intoxicating. Maybe it’s the vast emptiness, the silence of the grass swaying in the warm morning breeze, the unapologetic rawness of the local people, the cleanness of pure nature. Or maybe the sociable weavers nesting for a modest living, or the red sand cracking under your boots with the crossing of each dune. Or maybe it’s just the splendid and undeniable beauty. The only way to understand it is to experience it.