The African Sun Welcomed Me Back With the Most Amazing Spectacle Upon Our Landing in Namibia
Arriving in Windhoek is always special and exciting but this one was by far the best

My face was stuck on the window. A red ball of fire was shining right underneath a layer of clouds. Downpours were happening all around on the horizon. The country was celebrating. My arrival.
I know, this might sound a little arrogant since it surely didn’t rain because I flew back to Namibia but I believe in what makes me happy and the spectacle I experienced upon our final approach in Namibia was something I haven’t seen before.
It made my heart beat faster. And it created a smile on my face from one ear to the other. This is why I fell in love with this country. Because of its boundless beauty.

I opted for the long travel back to Namibia and should have been exhausted 24 hours after leaving my home in Germany but I’m actually quite good at sleeping on planes, especially when my seat planning works out.
The day had begun with an amazing sunrise upon our takeoff in Qatar just a few hours earlier and I didn’t think I’d see the sun again since heavy rain clouds were covering the sky.
But then I saw some light in between all the darkness. And just after spotting the Namibian soil below me, I started smiling from within.

And then, like out of nowhere an orange line appeared on the horizon. Brighter than any of my clothes. And I do wear bright yellow and orange clothes. The sun was creating such a powerful line on the horizon, it was impossible to capture its entity with the phone.

Rain was coming down all around us. And while many people around the world dread the rain, this country has taught me one thing — Falling rain is always worth a smile.
It’s the beginning of the rainy season and these rain clouds are a blessing after a long drought.

As we were turning around I could see the sun again. Some yellow was shining through the clouds with more orange brightness underneath the overcast sky.

By now we had realized we were doing a turnaround upon our approach to Windhoek airport but we didn’t mind this at all. The pilot picked up the speaker explaining we were waiting for two other planes to come in and said we should enjoy the view since it is spectacular.
If there was anyone inside this plane who hadn’t noticed the spectacle until now then I can’t help it either.
I was still stuck on that window.

Then I remembered I was blocking David’s view and quickly moved back asking him if he had seen the setting sun.


I tried my best to capture the magic of the moment for you but anyone who’s witnessed something spectacular like this from an airplane window before does know that no photograph in the world will represent the unbelievable wonder nature unfolded at that moment.
It simply left me speechless.

And while we were descending again I was thinking I wouldn’t even mind if the pilot did another go around. I could have watched it all once more.

But eventually, the show was over, we touched down the ground and were back to earth.
In Namibia you won’t skip the fresh air upon arrival, there are no connecting arms from the airplane to the terminal. Stairs appear and the hot African air hits you in the face. You have to walk across the airfield to get to the terminal.
Yes, it is 8 pm yet the temperature is still at 33 degrees. I can smell it. The rain. It’s the smell of summer. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Finally, I’m home.
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