The place: Huacachina, Peru
The scene: A crazy dune buggy driver yelling, “Arriba! Arriba!” as we practically took flight over the enormous mountains of sand.
When we arrived at one of the highest mounds, the buggy driver handed us each a snowboard, which he then slathered with a fat fist full of wax.
“Go,” he said.
But how?
“Down.”
I hit the dunes sled-style, with my stomach on the board. I didn’t look as extreme as the other sandboarders around me — but then again, I’m not auditioning for a Mountain Dew commercial or anything.
Besides, I was tearing it up faster than anyone who stood up on the board. So fast you can’t even see me in the photo below!
After about an hour or so — sand plastered to my lipgloss, sand in my socks, sand in my you-don’t-want-to-know — it was time to move on.
“Arriba! Arriba!” yelled the driver from the front seat of the dune buggy.
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