Surfing the Dunes on a Sand-Board
PERU | Monday, 28 August 2006 | Views [4120] | Comments [1]
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The Lost Girls are in love with Huacachina, a desert oasis town on
Peru’s southern coast. What makes it so special? Besides being a
backpacker’s haven (we live to mingle), it’s also the sand-boarding
capital of the world.
We
first heard of the sport from other travellers who raved about the
experience, which is akin to snowboarding except you sail down over 100
feet high dunes instead of snow-capped mountains. I thought it’d be
pretty tame, since sand makes for a slower ride since it’s less
slippery than powder. Plus, I’ve surfed before, which kind of requires
the same type of balance.
The
Lost Girls weren’t prepared for this ultimate adrenaline rush, thanks
to the sheer enormity of the dunes (we’d never seen any much taller
than a sandcastle) and the fact that the driver of our dune buggy
taking us to the hills was certifiably insane. He told us his name was
Victor, but after operating our vehicle at top speeds over steep drop
offs, we refer to him as Diablo (or “devil” in Spanish).
Call me
lucky, but I got a front row seat of the action since I was the last
one in to hop in. There was nothing separating my view from the
stomach-dropping torture Diablo sadistically enjoyed inflicting.
The
whole ordeal was all highs and lows, literally. It’d be smooth sailing
in the dune buggy, but then I’d spy Diablo’s lips curl in a mischievous
smile as he’d hit the gas and send us straight down a cliff. We
actually got all four tires completely off the ground on multiple
occasions. By the time he drove us back up to the top of a new dune so
we could surf down, my legs were so shaky I could hardly stand.
I
lost all concern for social mores as I screamed my head off, vowed to
the gods I’d be a better person if they just let me survive the ordeal
and desperately clutched the arms of the two strangers next to me
(unfortunately, one of them happened to be the driver).
Apparently,
Amanda and Jen welcome near-death experiences because they weren’t
crying for their mommy like me and actually admitted they’d (gasp!) do
it again. Maybe they’re somehow related to Diablo.
And, just to
verify Diablo’s truly sadist nature, he stopped by the hostel bar that
night where our tour group was celebrating surviving the experience
with a few cocktails, and proceeded to put out a lit cigarette on his
tongue before swallowing it whole. After voicing my disbelief and
shock, he performed the move all over again.
My first thought:
Are cigarettes like gum in that they take seven years to digest? My
second: It’s obvious that any psychopath who can walk can get a dune
buggy license in Peru. Surfs up!
HCC
Tags: Adrenaline
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