SandboardingI didn't have a proper board like those ones, as I thought the lie-down sandboards would be safer. Apparently not.
So after 19 days in a truck with 21 other people, we made it to Cape Town. We turned up to find dense fog and drizzle. It felt like home. The last few days of the tour were fairly eventful. The sandboarding was frankly terrifying, although quite good once you reached the bottom of the dune. In typical fashion, I went over a "jump" (ridge of sand an inch high) on the last dune, battered my pathetic hand and rebroke the bone (5th metacarpal on the left hand for anyone who is interested, which I doubt). Staying in a tent, getting
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