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Wednesday 22 June 2011

Day 135: Dune Bashing (12/06/2011)

There are not many days like this.

Driving 75km into the Liwa desert.

Waiting for a pickup in a pen full of inquisitive camels and goats.

Clinging to any fixed point in the interior, while the Nissan careers up the steep face of a sand dune. Yelping with exhiliration as you hurtle down the far side, the nose ploughing into the sand, throwing clouds into the air. Watching in wonder as the second truck repeats the exercise in your rear view mirror, defying the laws of physics and certainly invalidating the warranty.

Eating dates and drinking bitter coffee, sitting on the sand, dunes rearing up around you in all directions for as far as the eye can sea.

Riding on a camel and clinging on for the mount and dismount as the creature folds and unfolds it long legs like the world's most badly made scaffold.

Trying not to stare at the beautiful belly-dancer's plunging cleavage as she tilts and gyrates about you.

Gorging on Arab Fayre, fresh from the fire.

Smoking cherry shisha.

Laying back and watching the stars in absolute darkness.

You don't have many days like this.

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