The sand dunes are these horrible horrible giant sand mountains that are just the worst ever to climb.
Because you all know that I dislike taking pictures, I obviously stole these from the facebook group for our French class.
(If you blow up the screen on the second picture you can actually see me looking exhausted climbing this in the middle--I'm wearing an orange shirt and walking all by myself).
No one appears to have uploaded any pictures from the beach, so I don't have any for you. It was a super exhausting day (such climbing) and I may have fallen asleep on the way back. It's ok though because I counted four people around me who were asleep before I was.
I didn't have any sunscreen and I voted that I was okay, so I didn't ask to borrow any from anyone, but there was obviously no shade at all on the beach, and I didn't bring my swim suit, so I left after about 30 minutes with a different set of Germans and we went to go on a tour of the winter village which I thought sounded shady.
It may have been shadier, but it definitely was not any less hot. I brought two bottles of water with me, and I drank both of them and bought another one on the walk back. Everything was uphill and hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot.
It was pretty cool though, I guess. It's basically the place where you would send your relatives with asthma so they could go be healed by the salty sea air.
Then I think I came home and made noodles.
On Sunday everything is closed, so I went out around noon to buy a sandwich (I know, this again) and struggle-bussed a little bit but in the end achieved an actually really gross sandwich which I supplemented with a chocolate muffin.
Then I took about an hour and a half to figure out how to wash my hair in the tiny shower with the shower head that you can't fix to the wall.
That's all really.
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