Spotting the sea on the horizon was one of the highlights of today. It was already hitting late afternoon as we made our way past the deserted mining town of Kolmanskop, so the sun cast a strong glare on the ocean making it look more like tinfoil catching the light than like a glistening body of salt water.

We'd just come from photographing the wild feral horses outside Aus, another highlight. We spotted them alongside the road where a watering hole had been set up. What is it about wild animals that makes them seem so much more majestic than their domesticated versions? I think I'm just instinctively attracted to independence, perhaps. Whatever the reason, they were lovely to watch.

Nevertheless, our destination was welcoming sight. Kevin refused to switch on the aircon (because he's convinced that it's the cause of his illness - not his preference for chocolate milk) and the sun had been burning into my lap since we stopped to buy lunch. Having not eaten much all day, Kev had begun developing a headache and needed to lie down.

Actually, he also needed to eat, but mr stubborn wanted to go take some photos at the waterfront first. The waterfront is actually quite unimpressive. It's really tiny, with only a handful of shops mostly selling cheap clothing. To be fair, Luderitz as a whole is tiny. It only has one main road (which, to its credit, is not called main road), one church, a small museum... You get the idea.

Although we had a drink at the waterfront's only restaurant (which we'll try for dinner tomorrow night), kev waited until we got back to our hotel before eating. The restaurant here at The Nest is probably the fanciest spot in Luderitz. By candlelight, we enjoyed our best meal since leaving Pretoria. My salad came with guacamole again (cold, at least), but they were very generous with their other toppings. What do I need to do to get fresh avo in my salad, though? Bring my own, probably. Kev enjoyed a very dressed-up butterfish.

At least, he tried to enjoy it, but his head was getting progressively worse. I kept encouraging him to eat (convinced that the skipped meals were to blame) but he began to feel nauseus and I worried that he might be developing a migrane. Turns out my first instinct was correct, however. As his blood sugar picked up, his headache died down, and now he's wishing he'd taken a doggy bag to quieten his growling stomach (as if I'd ever let him bring that smelly fish up to our room!)

Luckily, the sound of the ocean below our window is drowning out any noise his tummy might make. What a lullaby to fall asleep to. I'm feeling so incredibly spoiled!