Slalom

It was two and a half hours of hard slog up that ridge of sand. Downhill is different. Doug points at the slope and tells us we're running down. I don't quite believe him at first and wait for the others to make the first move. It doesn't look possible because it's so steep but it's a literal leap of faith and I launch myself down. I don't think I've ever felt joy like that since I was a little kid.

Using the pythagorean theorem, the dune is 320 metres high, the horizontal of the slope is just over 600 metres meaning this run is almost 700m. With each leap you seem to defy gravity sinking each time into the sand. It seems to go on forever, and all the while I'm smiling like a five year old at Christmas. There we were up one of the tallest sand dunes in the world and in a matter of a few adrenaline filled minutes, we're at the bottom. I want to go back up.