Northeastern Brazil by Dune Buggy
Usually a stickler about seat belts and other basic safety measures, I sat in the back of a roofless dune buggy roaring over mountains of sand, clinging to an overhead bar and wondering what the hell would happen if this thing flipped over. The driver must have caught me while I was in the middle of a thought, because apparently I answered affirmatively when he yelled over his shoulder “Com Emocao?”
I likely figured he was asking in Portuguese if the ride was exciting, instead, I had unwittingly given the go-ahead to drive the buggy straight over the sandy edge, which from our vantage point seemed like the last ledge of land in Brazil and lead directly to the Atlantic Ocean.


























