So. Much. Sand. Hollywood could have shot Hologram for the King here.
Here lies the sole dessert-like terrain in the country. Incredible. Gray everywhere. Like freaking Saudi Arabia. And the birds that live here! Beautiful fat flying creatures.
Before heading here I made like a reptile and did wall climbing and rapelling at the Ilocos Sur Adventure Zone, but that is nothing compared to the adrenaline rush the Paoay Sand Dunes brought me.
The 4×4 ride I underestimated. I yawned, thought it would bore me. But I have been wrong before and mistaken again now. It is like a roller coaster ride, only more unsafe and out of control.
The safety features of the 4×4 begin and end with a metal bar, and as the vehicle revs, drops, and drifts here, there, and everywhere, with my feet spectacularly un-planted on the floor, all I can do is hang on to the dear bar like a cat avoiding a bath. And scream. I screamed, too. I loved it.
Sand surfing, meanwhile, gave me ingenious joy. On top of a steep mountain of a sand dune I stand on a pink board. Without any idea how I will make it down not on my ass. How I will make it down, period. It is a goddamn long way from the top.
But when you are told to jump in, you jump in!
Twice I landed on my ass but the third time I surfed the sand like the waves in San Juan, La Union. Victory!
Happy to say I did not eat sand or face planted. Lots of sand on my ass though. But nothing that won’t come off in the wash.