It’s called Solitaire. It was not named after a card game or a piece of jewelry, but for its remoteness. There, in the middle of the desert, you’ll find rusty old defunct trucks sinking into the dust and spiky plants rising out of it. It looks like a place where vehicles have come to die. Its description doesn’t make it sound like the most inviting highway rest stop you could visit.
But this is certainly not a sad solitary place; it’s a place that brings respite from a day of driving across barren land. After you’ve barely seen anything or anyone for hours, Solitaire emerges, shining in the desert, full of people and full of life. It’s hard to imagine how everyone got there because where were they on the road?
Solitaire is the sole place to stop for gas, food, and toilets along the 6+ hour journey from Swakopmund to Sossusvlei. Our only other stops had been pulling over briefly to take pictures, and one time to use nature’s toilet behind the not so discreet cover of our truck. In Solitaire, we could shake off the monotony and recharge.
And I was so taken by this colorful place that’s frozen in time, but where time has been allowed to take its toll: