Keep in mind she was all wet from swimming, and that she had to go back in my brand new, real clean vehicle after this.
Gross.
Dune Bashing
For the first time ever, Simon has a 4x4 (4WD SUV). Obviously he wanted to take it out for a day of abuse.
Never mind that it’s a rental 4x4 and definitely had a few scrapes and dings by the end of the day.
Whoops.
It’s necessary to deflate your tires a bit when driving over sand dunes. It’s also necessary for your American-military-grade-tactical-pants-wearing English boyfriend to do this part himself.
Then, it’s important to immediately get stuck.
Next, have Mark, a lucky “never gets stuck” Jeep Wrangler owner, attempt to pull you out.
Watch on, baffled, as the “impossible to get stuck” rescue vehicle, does in fact get stuck.
Whoops.
Plan B:
That’s right, instead of hopping out of the passenger seat to go help push, I took a picture. But now it’s IMMORTALIZED. I’m sure they appreciate that.
Can you spot (in the picture below), why Simon got stuck so easily on the first non-dune he tried to drive over?
Notice only the back tires are kicking up sand. Yup. He was still in 2WD. Rookie mistake. Hilarious rookie mistake. I guess Bear Grylls doesn’t teach you about driving, or else Simon would have known. Hey-oh!
For the next 4 hours or so, Simon drove over real dunes, in the correct gear, like a champ. Everyone got stuck a few times. That’s part of the fun.
Hi honey!
That’s right, we crossed a highway perpendicularly.
Stuck.
Stuck.
Really stuck.
Really, really stuck.
My country I was slightly attacked later by the English owner of that white truck. ”You have these giant trucks and they’re so big and look heavy duty and they’re not capable of ANYTHING!”
I know dude, I know.
After duning (which apparently is not a word) for a long time, we ended up in a random little village, where we stopped to refill our tires.
We were definitely the celebrities of the village. I don’t know if you can tell in the picture below, but there were three young girls pressed in-between the window and cage/bars. They waved, and waved. So cute. Then they waved some more. Eventually, none of us could wave back any longer. Waving can be hard work. Who knew?
Once our tire pressure was back to a safe-for-roads level, we headed to Dibba beach to camp.
Art.
Not a bad view to wake up to.
I wish all gas stations had goats.
