No, really. Its time to make sense. Snhkkkkk.
So as I was saying, we arrived in San Pedro de Atacama tired and sweatered only to find an adobe bricked little village in the middle of lots of sand. We were about to despair about the lack of hotel rooms when we found a nice one with a courtyard and picnic tables and in other news a French Baguette Guy. This makes no sense. Anyways, the next day we rented bikes and sandboards and did the dunes in style.
I have never had so much sand in so many places before. We spent most of the time walking up an enormous sand dune and the rest we spent falling down it. It was fun. SM did the best descent, going halfway perfectly and then falling in great style and rolling everywhere (see video below). Yes the little black dot is her.
The afternoon was spent watching France lose the Rugby world cup (hee hee) and the next day we took the longest bus ride OF OUR LIVES for 24 hours all the way to Santiago.
So as I was saying, we arrived in San Pedro de Atacama tired and sweatered only to find an adobe bricked little village in the middle of lots of sand. We were about to despair about the lack of hotel rooms when we found a nice one with a courtyard and picnic tables and in other news a French Baguette Guy. This makes no sense. Anyways, the next day we rented bikes and sandboards and did the dunes in style.
I have never had so much sand in so many places before. We spent most of the time walking up an enormous sand dune and the rest we spent falling down it. It was fun. SM did the best descent, going halfway perfectly and then falling in great style and rolling everywhere (see video below). Yes the little black dot is her.
The afternoon was spent watching France lose the Rugby world cup (hee hee) and the next day we took the longest bus ride OF OUR LIVES for 24 hours all the way to Santiago.
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