At night the black-backed Jackals creep around the campsite hunting for scaps. They are shy and nervous.
When there is a short spell of rain, the park takes on a new cloak of green grass and wild flowers pop up from nowhere.
A sandstorm is not a pleasant experience. Within minutes one is surround by a red haze and visibility is non-existent.
Here are two paintings I have done of this park . Hope you like them.