Lunch in a Namibian Desert.

Time for a sand-wich.

Somewhere, Namibia - Pulling off the dusty road, we tuck under an acacia tree dotted by spherical spiral weaver nests. Hills fade off into the distance.

A blanched jawbone rests next to a tic-tac-toe of snake holes. A persistent fly buzzes excitedly at the sudden appearance of life. Thankfully, the wind whips up, providing a natural fan to combat the sun.

Inexplicably, two horses cling to the side of a cliff. In the middle of nowhere, we have found some of Namibia’s wild horses, only 90-150 of which remain.

With improved efficiency, the group hauls tables, food, washing materials and chairs from the truck. The day's work crew prepares materials for a salad and sandwiches. We are quietly becoming accustomed to life as overlanders.

Roadside, somewhere in Namibia, lunch is served.

Amazing.