As they travelled through the dusty domain, the quad bike hopped and shuddered over the tiny mountains. The wheels of the carts in front kicked up dust; this made the two boys glad to be waring dusk masks. The masks hung tight to their faces, their hair collected the dust under the helmets. The visor added as extra protection from the one coming dirt, wind and heat.
The small boy one the back of the quad bike squeaked every so often when the bike bounced off the rough terrain, every time this happened the boy would grip the other tighter and buried his covered face in to the others back as if he was terrified to fall off. Almost every time this happened the larger boy who was steering the bike would chuckle lightly the smaller boy could hear him over the wind and the sound of the battle that was the tyres verse the rocky road of this part of deserted part of the earth.
Few words where occasional exchanged the driver making sure his precious passenger is alright but not expecting to hear his words pass past the white noise of the journey; every time this was asked the smaller boy on the back of the bike would tap twice, concretively.
Once he tapped his response he began to wonder where he was tapping. His face instantly flushed red at the thought; although the small boy knew better then to feel up his friend and driver, just to find out. To add to this though the amount of dirt and grime that is still collecting on the small boys arms and hands while the driver was gathering it everywhere; apart from the strip of his stomach that was covered by the smaller boy.
The less contact they have the better the smaller boy would feel but he has to wait until he gets back to civilization. The bike slowed and came to a safe stop; the smaller boy removed his head from the centre of the other and peered over his shoulder his shade over eyes took in the immense view.
Sleeping volcanos blended in beautifully with the natural rocky terrain; everything in sight was covered in dust and sunlight, a few clouds chilled the ground underneath. The dusty ground contaminated all of the rider's clothes, shoes, faces, hair with any exposed skin to the sun and dirt. Each person had and individual clean path from where the bandannas and dust masks where resting.
The boys gingerly removed themselves from the quiet vehicle; there legs felt like jelly from all the shaking. The smaller boy needed some assistance getting off the bike so he wouldn't get personal with the lovely earth.
If anyone goes to Fuerteventura I'd complete recommend
the bike and buggy ride to the goat cheese place, the drive was good,
and me and my brother broke our buggy twice XD
(I only remember the spelling as its now attached to my wrist xp)
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RandomI have written an lot and it be a shame to waste them, so this will be all the little random chapters I have laying about with no story to fit in to. Now I know these may not be interesting but they may leave you waiting to know more.
