Whale bones: sun bleached, white and dry, a never ending field of them densely packed high above the tide mark where the shoreline meets the Namib Desert. It’s hard to miss that Meob Bay was involved in whaling down the last few centuries. Complementing the bones are a number of wooden surf-boats in various states of decay, ruined buildings and the surprising sight of a small gauge rail track and the rusted remains of the train wheels all that is left behind of whatever rode on them.
This was a hard lean existence, we are smack bang in the middle of the Skeleton Coast on the Namib Desert the only thing in abundance is sand and cape fur seals playing in the surf.
American & Liberian whalers were common visitors to Meob Bay and undoubtedly many other nationalities as well. These would of been seasonal bases on the long journeys Whaling boats undertook. The station at some point must of served the local diamond mining towns that dotted the Namib Desert coastline as well and her surf-boats would of seen use in all these endeavours down the years. The surf here is intense, the small surf-boats were the only means of getting equipment and people on and off this treacherous stretch of coast. The Skeleton Coast is testament to the treachery of the sea with it’s infamous graveyard of wrecks.
The sea is a lovely shade of blue because of sulfuric gases being released from an ancient riverbed. This seemly happens sporadically every few years in the area. It gives out a wonderful smell of rotten eggs.
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