On becoming a sand connoisseur


The sand here is so fine it’s like rouge, like dust. The wind sculpts it very easily into beautiful shapes and it’s possible to find dunes that have no been ruined by tire tracks, though they’re outnumbered by those that have. There’s not a lot for kidsDSC08547 to do around here, and it seems that there are no shortage of land rovers, land cruisers, jeeps and other four wheel drive vehicles. In fact, I feel like I’m the only person in town without one. I have a little Peugeot that got stuck in five inches of sand the first time I tried to veer off the road. Fortunately, it was light enough to push it back onto the pavement. I’ve bored all my Facebook friends with too many pictures of sand, but I can’t stop taking them. In Thailand, I took pictures of vegetation, but here it’s sand

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One thought on “On becoming a sand connoisseur

  1. I got educated on sand in Egypt. I was working on a water treatment plant with sand filters. I was shocked to find we had sold them sand from Muscatine, Iowa for the filters. River sand opposed to desert sand. The Egyptian sand when look at closely was fractured, broken from centuries of blowing back and forth creating the dunes unsuitable for repeated back washing in water filters. So like selling ice cubes to eskimos, we sold sand to camel jockeys.

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