The Birth Of Venus: Desert Safari

It's time to purposely be stuck in the middle of the desert! When my aunties booked Desert Safari, I didn't know if I'm excited or terrified for one reason... I'm afraid that I might puke in every corner of the the SUV. I have a low tolerance for car sickness. I once went to Baguio riding a bus and I filled 9 plastic bags of my barf. Not a good picture. I was excited because I'd get to be in the shoes of John Lloyd Cruz in his movie, Dubai, when he barfed on the sand after Desert Safari. Woohooo exciting.. eh?

We killed time at BurJuman as we wait for the vehicle that'll get us to the desert. I went piktyur piktyur by the fountain, went to Saks Fifth Avenue to find Christian Louboutin (ugggh the red soles tho!) Before we leave, I took two Dizinil tablets (counterpart of our Bonamine).. you know, just to be sure and have my family safe from my barf.

When I got out of the van, the sweet sweet smell of camel poop gave me a warm embrace. Mmm mmm! Few other tourists came, there were even two ladies who dressed up as belly dancers and I'm pretty sure they're not one of the performers.

The moment of truth... Dizinil really kicked in. I didn't feel any motion sickness, so as soon as I assessed myself, I took my camera out and filmed the entire ride. It was fun! The rush you get as you anticipate the drop from the mountain sand is just legit fun! And the driver was very impressive, it was as if he's nagpapayabang with how much reckless he is, but that's the fun of it. When we got to the camp, I immediately went to the top of a tall sand mountain (is that how it's called?) And define nakakapagod but as you see the sunset at the sand horizon... aaaah it's just breathtaking.

I thought the most exciting part of this trip would be me riding a camel. I take that back. That was scary and smelly. Haha. But I'm glad that I got to tick that off from my bucketlist. Half past six, we find seats, got a 20secs. henna tattoo, watched a spinning guy with a massive skirt, got bored with the firedance because Boracay's firedancers are still the best, and debated with myself if the belly dancer was a woman or a transgender. Had Arabic food for dinner and Pakistani for driver. Heehee. Dozed off on the way home. Thanks Dizinil.