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... pita and hummus. Our desert dessert is watermelon and bananas.
Other than a couple of generator-powered electric lights in the main tent, we have just some scattered candle lanterns and the full moon's glow to illuminate the night. The only thing to do is lounge on pillows around the fire, sipping wine, telling stories and admiring the stars.
We each have our own small tent with a raised bed, theoretically the finest in desert comfort. But I'm ...
After a short arabic breakfast with hummus, salad, pita bread and some coffee, I had a quick walk in the city planning to return before 11:00 as this was the time by when Royal Jordanian promised me to delivery my duffle bag to the hotel. Aqaba has not much to offer apart from being a small arabic city. It is a good spot for diving and snorkeling, but as I intended to move directly to the desert of Wadi Rum today, I won`t seem much of ...
... a small Italian group, who were homeless, for dinner and the evening. After another dinner of chicken and lamb cooked in the fire pit (keep them coming), we headed out on a night walk through the desert to see what we could find. Actually we didn't find anything, but after 20 minutes or so we stopped on the edge of a rocky outcrop, and gazed at the stars while Ayman made a fire and boiled some tea for us which was great way to spend the first night of ...
... doesn't know the way back to camp (T gets a bit chatty when she is concerned about plummeting to her death).
Chrissy (from the ground): I have an excellent sense of direction.
Me: Which way is camp?
Guide: That way is Saudi Arabia.
Yeah, if it's all the same to you, I think I'll just shimmy down on my behind. Thanks though.
So that ends our time in the Wadi Rum desert. It was, as ...
... the stars instead of in our personal tents. At this point in my day, I would normally check emails, voice mails and send a dozen or so text messages, but none of that was happening this night. No phones, no computers, just the age-old art of conversation under intense and unblinking stars.
Once everyone was in bed, I sat in our campsite and gazed at the rock formations surrounding our home for the evening and heard nothing. Nothing but ...