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... caring Bedouins are taking care of you? And who cares when the silent beauty you are always surrounded by makes your soul quiet?
I sort of wanted to cry as we drove from the camp to the village. I felt it slipping away as we came ever nearer to civilization. And the other passengers too were silent as we all tried to take it in before it was ...
... around in the back and managed not to hit any trees big enough to do damage.
From here we stopped at 'Lawrence’s house’ - which again, probably isn’t. This is a Nabatean ruin; they’re the people who built Petra, about which more in the next post. From here, a walk through a slot canyon, a visit to a rock arch, which some of us managed to cross and others did not – I will not name names – and then to ...
... found a station and a nice man filled up our tank.
We drove into the Wadi Rum desert, a vast expanse of red sand, dunes, and sandstone mountains rising up 800 meters from the desert floor. The plan was to camp out under the stars with the Bedouins who called the desert home, ride camels, and explore the vast emptiness and majestic vistas.
First up was getting some camel riding done. We met our camels and guide, ...
... men. This question seems innocent enough until you learn that their reason for asking if you are Russian is that a large population of prostitutes here are Russian, so, basically, they want to know if you’re DTF. Disgusting. A bad day in the USA seems like nothing in comparison to normality here, mostly because bad days at home are a result of small inconveniences, while small inconveniences here are always, always, always the case. I’m not ...
... headscarf number and flowing gowns. And he pokes fun at Faizal when we’re all set to go minus Faizal, who is scuffling around outside the car for some reason..‘Bye Faizal..’ he says and steps on the gas..
We set off, plunging off the town road and onto the desert sand. The mountains looming either side of us and in the distance. Their jagged shapes carved by eons of wind, rain and oceans. After 20 minutes or so we stop at The Thamodian ...