After the thrilling sandboarding experience, we went on to party in the Huacachina desert, drinking copious amounts of unlimited, lethal, Pisco Sours – Peru’s national cocktail.
It looked very inviting – a protected bonfire set up in between 2 large sand dunes with music, lights, and a table full of canapes which included cheese sticks, fruit skewers, and a range of pork finger foods.
Eventually, a bbq was set up and a variety of meats cooking.
Katarn to T – ‘Aren’t you going to eat any of the bbq?’
T, sheepishly admits – ‘No, I thought a bbq in the desert meant just the table of finger foods that were out earlier (camping in desert rookie!), so I went totally ‘survival of the fittest’ on the cheese sticks’
As the night progressed, there was plenty of dancing, laughing, bonding, burying of wastes, and learning interesting bits of new information. Like did you know that ‘camping in the desert’ means just you and your sleeping bag, no tent? Only the thousands of bright stars above your head – amazing!
Pisco Sour Casualties
– Irish Adam fell drunkenly into the bonfire twice while dancing wildly.. and once onto the lit BBQ.
– Little blond Australian Amy got a wopping cut above her eye – she was pulling a fancy dance move when Aussy Oden dropped his beer bottle on her face.
In the morning when everyone was ‘ooh’-ing and ‘aaaah’-ing over her swollen shut, multi-coloured, bruised eye.
Everyone – ‘What happened?!’
Amy – ‘It was Oden’
Oden, jokingly to the group – ‘I tried to rape her but she resisted’
Tiara in Transit 