At 4,500 metres, where the giant heathers grow taller than men and the mist never quite lifts, you begin to understand why these were called the Mountains of the Moon.
We travel slowly here. Not because we must, but because the mountain and the forest demand a different rhythm — one that strips away the noise you carried up from sea level.
Duiker & Dune journeys are designed around this truth: that the most transformative moments rarely announce themselves. They arrive in the pause between footsteps, in the steam rising from a cup of tea at 4,000 metres, in the way your guide knows exactly when to speak and when to let the ridge speak for itself.