Dunes at Piscinas

A few good uphills and downhills later, we were on a bumpy track. We had gone off route. We could turn back and retrace the 500 m, or.... Onwards we pushed into the scrub.

With the recent lessons in the back of my mind, we rode over gravel and rock trails. It seemed popular with motorcyclists who were earning their off-road credentials - nodding at Kiran with "Bravi, bravi!".

The path ran into a little river, bright red. Likely from the tailings of the mines that this area was famous for. With a group of leather-clad motorists looking on, we forged the shallow part of the river and rode on with shoes that were wet, but maybe now less salty.

We were now in a steep valley between giant sand dunes. This path headed straight for the beach. We landed with relief, and cold drinks. For the first time, we were sharing the beach with others. Some 15 others groups sat about scattered on this massive beach. We played catch and sand wrestled and dived and swam some more. We stopped when we were tired, I think, from all the laughing.Leggi altro