Friends, here are some things that I am not:
1. an extreme athlete
2. an eater of ham
3. a lover of tapirs
And yet, despite all of this, I am seriously considering taking a dune buggy to the top of these giant, giant sand dunes and sandboarding all the way down, back into the tiny oasis of Huacachina, Peru where we are currently drinking a lot of pisco sours and sleeping on hard, sandy beds.In answer to your question: No, I have never sandboarded in my life. Or really dabbled in boarding of any kind. But this is what holidays are for, yes? Doing ridiculous things slightly outside of your comfort zone, wearing the same clothes day after day and developing travel hair (the deeply sexy combination of sun screen, salt water and sand)Other adventures thus far have included: poking around the cliffs and beaches of Lima, eating at The Nicest Restaraunt Ever, built out over the ocean, to the tune of $15 each, tiny Peruvian girls singing Sesame Street songs to me in an attempt to prove their English capabilities, five hour bus rides featuring stewardesses and music videos from the 1980s, climbing the sand dunes and watching the sun set, navigating the city with a head lamp when the municipal generator dies, remembering to throw the toilet paper in the garbage and not in the toilet, remembering not to drink the water, and ordering a ´jam and cheese sandwhich´only to discover that ´jam´ is apparently ´ham.´
Post sandboarding, we board a bus for 11 hours and head to Arequipa. I have high hopes for more 1980s videos.