Uncle Chester's World Beach Tour -

By contrast, Whitehaven was so white it hurt your eyes. Silica sand, 98% pure. Chester, now sunburned from Iceland (the man defies logic), immediately dropped his pants to roll in it.

Chester’s first rule: Always start with the weird one . Vik’s black sand isn’t sand so much as crushed lava that looks like someone ground up a dragon’s spine. The wind sounds like a disappointed god. Chester, wearing shorts (it was 4°C), squinted at the basalt columns. uncle chester's world beach tour

“Exfoliation!” he shouted. Tourists looked away. By contrast, Whitehaven was so white it hurt your eyes