Either swept by sandy winds, or padded in coastal fogs, Swakopmund evoks a pionner city.
Isolated by the namibian sand, it offers a “western atlantic” style which looks alike anything else.
The population speaks perfectly german.
The old post-office and train station date from 1903, and the city shows half-timbered houses.

The brewery Hansa makes the beer which pours out in the bars.
In the cafe Antos, which proposes some strudel or some käsekuchen, a naive fresco reminds the old Könnigsberg.
And Peter's Antiques, on Moltke Strasse, keeps selling some souvenirs of the Reich.

Swakopmund is the favorite seaside resort for the high social class of Windhoek, the namibian capital.
Between green lawns and gardens, the shops offer the new south-african fashion.
At the beach, some take a sunbath and sprays.
But the ocean water, at 14°c all year long, only allows the bravest to take advantage of the benefits of a bath.

A few dunes away, in the south, Walvis Bay seethes with activities.
It is the only harbor in deep sea of the namibian coast.
Therefore, the vast beachs around are the birds heaven.
The easy-going pelicans watch around their preys on the shores while the cormorants take flight in a single file.

The pink flamingos settled in Sandwich Harbour.
They take their part of nymphs brought by the current of Benguela.
Surrounded by sand walls, the lagoon is trembling, rocked by the seatide and the incursions of a subterranean river.