Wacachina's Sand Dunes

Leaving Cusco was soo sad. Didn't want to leave all the friends we'd made there behind BUT we were out to go sandboarding. After an overnight bus on which Milly got foodpoisoning from the meal she was served, we arrived in the hot sunshine, back to a normal level of altitude that didnt leave you panting!! Barely recovered from our hours on the road we hopped into a dune buggy and blasted up the hill in the afternoon heat with the sandboards slung in the back. We flew off the tops of the dunes and crashed down the other sides of the peaks. Was so much fun just being a passenger! The wind whipped sand into our eyes but it was a small price to pay for being pushed over the edge of a ridge to speed down on your stomach, bouncing all the way. The sand was so soft, compared to the sand in England and we rolled around in it as the sun set around us lighting up the sky red and casting an amber glow over the dunes. I tried it with a snowboard too but completely wiped out half way down as I lost my balance and tumbled down the slope in cartoon cartwheel style. It was a lovely landing, the sand cushioning every part of my body that made contact with the hill. It was harder than just taboganing it down the hill though so I reverted to the faster option. Had the most incredible pancake with fruit and plentiful chocolate sauce afterwards, it rivaled the one Id had in New York years ago. I'd reccommend sandboarding to anyone, snowboarder or not though!