ABSTRACT
ONE hundred kilometres north of Swakopmund in South West Africa there stands on a rocky crag a prominent stone cross. Before it stretches that mighty waste of waters known as the Atlantic Ocean, while behind it lies the terrible desert of the Namib sands. At the foot of the cross, thousands of seals bask in the sun on the white-scoured rocks. Looking southward, all that meets the eye is saltpans, stretching far away into the distance.
