Harnas Wildlife Foundation, Namibia
We arrive at Harnas. One road out of Windhoek, one turn down a dirt road, miles of red earth. A brief pause in Gobabis, a small dusty town with brightly colored buildings, a bustle of humanity, the long, patterned cotton clothing and horn-shaped headdresses of the Herero people.
As we enter the gates of Harnas, I can't help but be reminded of Jurassic Park. The gates are large and ornate, and bordered by rows of tall, electric wiring.
"You're very lucky to arrive safely. Enjoy your stay at Harnas."
In upcoming posts I will not be sharing any details on how Harnas works or runs its program. These are to be discovered by those who visit and represent the secret sauce developed from years of experience, listening, and improvement.
Rather I'll be sharing some of the amazing moments that can only come from being in the middle of something very extraordinary.
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