Sandboarding itself was a bit different to snowboarding but Jimmy was still immediately labelled as the 'pro' amongst our group. I was just happy to be the only girl to not eat sand at any point, mainly because I kept my pace pretty cruisy. Some of the other girls had a rather different technique of just gunning it straight down the dune and stacking it at the end as their way of stopping. Pretty amusing to watch!
After only 4 runs we were all pretty knackered as there obviously isn't any lifts to take you up, just your own two legs climbing a mountain of a dune. The sun had disappeared by then anyway so it was time to head up to a viewpoint and enjoy the changing colours of the desert as the sun slipped below the horizon behind us. Despite the 100s of other people being there to enjoy the view too, after a few pisco sours (or pisco power as our guide called it) and photo ops we were all feeling pretty happy and chatty!
A dinner at a local recommendation with a few others from our hostel ended the day nicely and after a shower back at our hostel, Jimmy & I slipped off to bed for a quiet night of reading. It turned out to be a good idea as the others attempted to go to the desert party but it all ended up a bit of a disaster for them with a lot of standing around and a 'sausage fest' house party being all that was on offer for them. Bed sounded much more appealing!
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