UAE Travel Diary: Liwa (part 2)

Dom and Suzie sliding down a slipface together are relationship goals.

Squad goals.

Still trying to con the camels with fake food.

They’re not falling for it, Grandpa Bernie.

I’ve gotten a lot of requests, so here are a few more pictures from our trip out into the desert. Full disclosure: there was supposed to be more, but my blog is being a real turd blossom and won’t let me upload anything else. Which is sad for everyone because I have an adorable picture of camels and a slightly less adorable picture of some gazelles. I say slightly less because the gazelles wouldn’t let me get close enough for a good picture. They could be internet famous someday, but do they care? Obviously not. Their loss really, and sort of your loss too. Sorry.

If you’re into these travel posts, you might want to check out a few more:

• The rest of the story about my trip to Liwa, including my dad joining a sort of biker gang, Satan’s farts, and Grandpa Bernie trying to con some camels.
• The time I went to Amsterdam and boarded my next flight smelling slightly like weed (not my fault at all).
• The time an Egyptian taxi driver almost killed me by almost crashing the car AND giving me a heart attack. Spoiler alert: I survived.