The end of the desert surprises us with a series of ponds inhabited by flamingos, just next to a waste recycling facility and a shopping mall.
We are in Walvis Bay, former British and then Southafrican enclave in German colonial land and huge port to access Namibia.
Here the orange dunes slide gently into the ocean and the road in between the two sides lead to Swakopmund, a corner of Bavaria in the southern hemisphere.
Impossible to say if tomorrow is going to be chilly or hot, our hosting lady tells us with an unusual tight accent, Swakopmund has 4 seasons in a day.
Tomorrow was going to be very hot and we would be watching hundreds of thousands of black seals cramming the sandy strip leading to Pelican Cape - it looks like an Italian beach in August, some could say.
Today, however, is pretty chilly. Warm clothes and hats on, the end of the afternoon is our time to go check those out-of-context Teutonic buildings and to walk over the Jetty onto the Ocean, swept by the west wind, towards the austral sunset.
And possibly some seafood.
Oysters here are not like in a European country I would not mention - Captain Yanni would say - they do not taste like salty water, they are sweet and fleshy and if you do not believe me, here a plate of twelve for you and a glass of bubbly.
You should always believe the captain.
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