SKELETON COAST
by John H Marsh
Our third day brought an excursion up the dry river beds into the interior. First we made for the waterhole in the Khumib River
where Naude and Bloemhof had waited so anxiously to be found and rescued by the returning convoy after their plane had crashed.
We approached quietly and peeped over the ridge to see a dozen gemsbuck in occupation. Beyond was a sea of huge sand waves.