Slowly, one by one, the rest of the campers emerged from their tents. We had cereal with milk for breakfast and near the afternoon, Brian decided to do a bit of dune bashing.We all hopped onto his Isuzu pick-up (I sat in the back trunk of the pick-up with two others and only a cord of rope to hold on to) and, with a rev of the engines, bumbled off into the desert.

Getting bumped about and flying up and down is not particularly comfortable when you’ve got bare metal underneath you. I had a hard time manoeuvring my arse to take the shape of the metal corner I was in, but it was actually my back that got the most bruised.

We went up and over hills of sand, across rocky lowlands and even a combination of the two. It gives you an adrenaline rush similar to being on a rollercoaster when you can see the steep slope in front of you and the driver revs the engine to its limits and the vehicle grinds up, over and down it with great speed.

We had to cut it short, though, as an unexpectedly steep slope injured a friend of mine - it nearly sent us flying. It’s a bit like Rugby, though - No fun with no injuries. ;)

And that signalled the end of the camping trip for us. We went home exhausted and soaking in our own sweat.