"According to this guidebook we will have to walk across the desert to get there," he said.
We packed food and water enough for the two-day journey into our backpacks and set off at nightfall at a brisk pace.
It was heavy going. My feet felt as if they were being sucked down. It was unlike any sand I'd encountered.
Maybe it's quicksand!
I looked down and saw cream and fruit everywhere, glistening in the moonlight.
"Hey!" I said to him. "This isn't a desert. It's a dessert."
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