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Wadi Rum & Aqaba

27 Oct

After Petra, we headed south to Wadi Rum, a protected desert area where Bedouins have lived for centuries. The scenery was made famous by the film Lawrence of Arabia.

Our guide drove us in his truck through the desert to various sites when we first arrived. There was a water spring that wasn’t “springing” at the time, a few rock formations, and natural bridges.



When we got to camp, there wasn’t much to do. We had tea and chatted. We sat in silence. There was a large, red sand dune in the distance, so we set off to climb to the top of it.


This picture hardly does the size of it justice.

As we got closer, we realized it wasn’t large. It was huge. Massive. Gargantuan. It took forever to climb. Each step up the dune seemed to bring you right back where you started. The sand kept sliding underneath our feet. The view at the top was nice, though, and it was all worth it when we got to run down it.

It got dark soon after. We ate a Bedouin dinner and sat by a camp fire the rest of the night smoking shisha. Our guide’s son played a strange sort of instrument that seemed to be a combination of a sitar and a guitar. We chatted late into the night and then fell asleep under the stars.

In the morning, we woke up to find ourselves alone. The jeep at the camp had a flat tire, so our guide’s son had wandered off to the nearest camp to get help without telling us. He eventually came back, though, and provided us with breakfast.

Then, we headed off into the desert on foot. We hiked to the nearest village and then hopped on some camels. Riding camels is quite an experience. We took them a bit beyond the village to see some more of the scenery, but all we could focus on were the camels themselves. We also had to concentrate on staying on them. Camels are not as graceful as horses.


Around midday, we returned to the village. Our time in Wadi Rum had ended a short twenty-four hours after it began.

We drove to Aqaba. Dan stayed the night there and turned the car around to head north back toward Amman. We bought him a parting beer then hopped on a ferry departing at midnight for Egypt.

In a short few hours, we would be in a new continent.