Sandblasted arses, rugby failure and The Wreck.
Trip Start Sep 15, 2012
138Trip End May 01, 2013
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Once at the top we got an introductory lesson to sandboarding and then pretty much flung ourselves off the slope! It was quite a liberating feeling. The ride down took about 20 seconds, and the climb back up about 20 minutes of slippery sand trudginess - it severely restricted the number of runs that we made!
After a while, we were given the opportunity to lay on a polished board and slide off a very steep dune head first into a dip whilst our speed was measured by a speed camera. Vikki went first having commandeered Paula's sunglasses so the latter was sand-blinded all the way down which was then complimented by a mouth full of sand entering through a screaming mouth as the speed escalated
Mouth full of sand, eyes full of sand, pants full of sand, we went for a last sandboard down the dune towards the cool box with the chilled beers! The fastest ride yet!
After a sarnie and some refreshment we went back to Swako to do the cook group Crimbo shopping and report Vikki's phone stolen at the local police station (also under renovation) before settling in to watch the England/South Africa rugby (Anand hates the English, apparently) at 'Naps' (As Steph, the local, calls Napolitana!). We picked up our sandboarding DVD and got ready for a meal at The Wreck (Swako's No.1 restaurant) leaving the others to wage war over the Wales/New Zealand match!
The Wreck was quite luxurious and the views of the sunset over the ocean were staggering. It was very reasonably priced given all this but we did not find the food to be outstanding - it was tasty but a little over seasoned and everything seemed to come with some sort of accidental curry accompaniment!
We returned to our apartment to enjoy the final night of calm ahead of our truck Christmas day tomorrow - woo hoo!