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Garub waterhole near Aus, Namibia, the present dayEven in her puffer jacket, fleece, gloves and beanie, Anja was shivering as she brought the night vision binoculars up to her eyes.
The icy wind whistled through the open sides of the rock-wall viewing hide, twenty kilometres from Aus on the road that led to Lüderitz, a further hundred kilometres away. She needed no reminding that Aus was regarded as the coldest place in Namibia.
She picked up the mare and her tiny newborn foal, moving across the open expanse of desert sand. The mother stopped every few steps to bend her head and feed on the miserable shoots the desert produced. The thirsty youngster tried every time to drink.
Anja’s stay in Namibia so far had been traumatic and as cold and desolate as this part of the co
