The desert barbecue was about an hour's drive outside the city and it was fun and only a little silly. There were henna tattoos and belly dancing and a falcon you could hold, but the best part was the 4x4 ride in the sand dunes before dinner. My fellow passengers were three young women from Switzerland and a couple from Austria, so there were a lot of shrieks of “Nein!” as we went barreling up in the slippery sand and came bouncing back down.
There were fifteen or so cars, which meant that I could take a few pictures of the other cars. Unfortunately it also meant that we could see what was coming. Oh no, that guy ahead of us just slid down the dune sideways! We're not really going to... Nein! Nein!