Delicate Balance

"You don't want to break down on Namibia's Skeleton Coast. Even by African standards, it is incredibly remote. My friend Caroline and I take turns to drive, feeling like Thelma and Louise, or perhaps two latter-day Karen Blixens. As we listen to each clank and shudder of our hired car, we discuss our likely demise.

Dotted along hundreds of miles of shoreline are the eerie remains of ships, their rusty iron hulks half-covered in drifts of sand. These are not tragedies from long ago - the graveyard coast lures vessels to this day. Did sailors ever survive these wrecks, we wonder? Did they hobble to the road and wait, scorched and thirsty in the blistering sun, for the miracle of a vehicle passing on its way to nowhere? Will anyone stumble across our prostrate bodies before they are reduced to bleached bones?"

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