Danakil Depression

The Danakil Depression looks and feels like the end of the earth. It’s seemingly never ending salt plains are in a word, harsh. The heat here gets up to 50 degrees Celsius. The smell of sulphur chokes the air and the feeling of desolateness is overwhelming. One wonders how anything could survive in this vastness, this barrenness. But the Afar people do, spending their days mining salt and packing blocks on camels to bring back into town. While it seems incomprehensible how survival would be possible in a landscape like this, for the Afar communities peppered along the plains, this is home.

Mother Nature was playing around with some mad science when she whipped up this surreal, yet beautiful, landscape.