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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