No, we haven't taken a detour to Africa, this is still very much Vietnam; these are the famous sand dunes near Mui Ne. And what better way to explore them than on a petrol guzzling, fat tyred quad bike...although, several hours later, we're still finding sand in various nooks and crannies of our clothes and bodies. At one point, the sand was blowing so hard, in a carpet of dust just a foot or so deep skimming the surface of the dunes, it felt as if my legs were being stripped of their flesh.
We roared up one dune, our 1100cc machine growling and choking between my legs and Rosie clinging on tightly behind me. Hopping over the top and sailing down the other side, we banked tightly around a giant punch bowl of sand sunk between several dunes and corkscrewed our way up and out, to roar straight to the top of the highest peak allowing panoramic views of the shimmering white virgin sand which rippled, twisted and peaked its way across the lunar-like landscape. With a rev of the engine and a great burst of sand from the rear tyres as they slipped and spun us around a tight 180 degrees, we were soon hurtling through the grainy air again, back to reality and a cool swig of water to wash the sand from our mouths.
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