The sheltering desert - p.63
Our frypan, with fat in it, was now half full of sand and mica dust, and because the top of our jar hadn´t been closed properly a layer of dust that formed on the jam too.
When we went out into the riverbed the full force of the wind lashed us with sand and schist. Through half-closed eyes we watched curtains of it being hurled up the rock walls. Looking up canyon as though expecting something different, our are eyes met the glistening white bastion where our cave was. The sky itself seemed dusty. Thei east wind of Namib was no stranger to us and we knew that it would probably last for three days.