My Kind of Litterbox.

When I started reading about Peru (ahem, 2 weeks before we left?) in preparation for our trip, I was immediately enthused with the section on Huacachina.  It's a tiny town of 300, built around an actual desert oasis.  Ok, so it's a pond in the middle of miles and miles of humungous sand dunes.  I have never seen anything like it.  Sand dunes as high as mountains, farther than the eye can see.  We paid the hostel owner's son to take us out on his dune buggy, so we could try our hand at sand boarding.  First of all, you know you're in for it when you're in a foreign country and the driver insists that you wear your seatbelt.  Seriously, thats a bad sign. :) This guy lit the engine, and bombed that four seater up and over those dunes like he understood wholly the concept of a fleeting life.  We were all yelping and screeching as he caught air over the ridges, taking us to different spots to slide down, on our feet or belly up.  I was struck by how fast the sand gave way, and how, depending on how the sun was hitting, one side of the dune would be blazing hot while the other was frigidly cold.  Im grinning like an idiot as I type this; remembering how giddy I was to frolic in the sand, throwing it into the wind and watching it fall down the slopes.  This is fun, people.

oh yeah, and then there's this:

Please notice the sand on my forehead.  Please.  It's so funny.