Text from 17th - dan
The dunes bean small and i walked by a small beduine camp, hoping they wouldnt see me and do the ‘ getting money out the tourist’ game. As the dunes got larger i realised you shouldnt walk in a straight line, its exhausting. Following the dune ridges i steadily climbed aiming for the peak of the grande du to achieve. Its colour is like rose gold but changes with the light. After my second heart attack and as sweat poured from every pore i was 40ft from the ne some 160m tall. The sand is quite different to the sand you find on beaches, this stuff is better compacted by the wind than any builder could manage summit one last push up the steepest incline and i collapsed at the peak to watch the sun go down. Beautiful sunset with three camel drives in sight and surrounded by nothing but dunes, before it got dark i slid down the west face. Down was much easier than up! The guys with trials bikes did in less than a minute what had taken me an hour! In the hotel the owner said he saw me and commented to the staff that the man in white must be our englishman ! Fabulous dinner and bed. did i mention that yesterday i met three guys on bmws and ktms with very flash expensive gear and no idea! One had fallen from his oversized unmanagable bike and broken his foot, i know we shouldnt, but my how Shirley and i giggled!
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