A form of off-roading on sand dunes, dune bashing is extremely popular especially among the casual tourists coming to Dubai.
we were in capable hands |
if only we could remember his name |
and we're off |
getting ourselves ready |
for some edge of the seat action! |
we started off |
in among the front runners |
in for a treat |
action packed evening |
first little dune |
depending on the light |
the dunes appear brown, orange or red |
up another little dune |
and down again |
the dunes get larger |
and the ride rougher |
a second convoy on our left |
the pace picks up |
but our driver keeps a safe distance |
the gap increases |
blazing their own trail |
alley oop |
a bigger dune |
skillfully navigated |
skipping this dune |
an amazing landscape |
and an amazing angle |
harsh yet beautiful |
little precipitation |
barren area |
semi-arid |
yet gorgeous |
and alluring |
the dunes get steeper |
a latecomer to the party |
making up for lost time |
our convoy grows longer |
and its a sight to behold |
a caravan of SUVs |
traversing this arid land |
the desert was singed-brown |
The land was flat and barren |
the nomads called it Satan’s solarium |
an odd brittle bush broke up the emptiness |
basted and blazed by the sun |
fuscous-brown desert |
desolate and lonesome |
our convoy breaking the monotony of this parched wilderness |
sand dunes |
as far as the eye could see |
stunning contrast of sun, sky and sand |
creating our own dust devil |
signs of civilisation in the distance |
endless dunes |
and our caravan grows even longer |
reminds us of a scene from Star Wars |
yet the cruel sun beat down |
and the sky was it's co-conspirator |
it's one malevolent eye unblinking |
another latecomer to our party |
not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays |
peering through the mirror |
gave a different perspective |
to our adventure in the desert |
we neared the end of our bone rattling journey |
back to civilisation |
and back to normalcy |
or so we thought |
just as we assumed we'd be heading back to the road yonder |
we took a sharp right and headed back |
to ride off into the sunset |
the sun looming large |
beating down its rays onto us |
another favourite wallpaper of ours |
it adorns our desktop back home |
who knew this harsh and barren landscape |
held a beauty all its own |
with contrasting colours |
contrasting weather |
we peered away across the broken waste of desert. |
and admired its majesty |
while feeling like Lawrence of Arabia |
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