We must have looked ridiculous, standing naked on the side of a mountain being plastered from forehead to feet in a gloopy mix of red ochre and Greek yoghurt.
As our clay cocoons began to dry in the sun my new Namibian friend and I posed for photos then showered off, laughing joyfully at this liberating loss of clothes and inhibitions...
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