My Surprisingly Honest Time in the Desert

Ow i went to the desert in Dubai, it was actually my brother's idea, i was perfectly fine jut sleeping in the hotel room but i do not regret going at all. Their was something hauntingly beautiful about the desert. It’s not just the vast expanse of sand stretching far beyond the horizon, or the silence that seems to carry centuries of forgotten whispers or the car ride through the desert(Seatbelt was a extremely helpful), we were bouncing from side to side. It’s the feeling of stripping away the noise of everyday life until only the essentials remain. That was my experience in the desert: a lesson in solitude, and simplicity

I met people along the way, foreign travelers, like me. I also rode a camel, of course with a guide, You don’t really get how tall they are until you’re standing next to one, . I swear, some of them must’ve been at least 7 feet at the shoulder, and when they rise to their full height after you’ve mounted, it feels like you're being hoisted onto the roof of a slow-moving SUV. The first time I got on, I held on like my life depended on it, i almost even fell off, thankfully my brother held me and it was the first time i'd ridden anything.

I also saw some people sand surfing. People made it sound like a wild desert adventure, a cross between snowboarding and flying. What it actually is standing on a waxed wooden board at the top of a dune, pushing yourself forward, and then sinking halfway down like a confused penguin on vacation. If you’re lucky, you glide maybe ten feet before falling into warm, gritty disappointment. If you're not lucky, you tip over before even moving, and sand finds its way into everything. SO USELESS!!

Would I go back? In a heartbeat