Aqaba, Jordan
Day 10
The cold of the desert night has a deleterious effect on your camera batteries. It really sucks the life out of them.
Most of my shots from day two in Wadi Rum are on a roll or two of film in my backpack, so it'll be ages before I get them back.
I was the first of my group to wake up, so I decided to go for a walk. I schlepped about 1 km away from the camp site and watched the colours change on the rocks as the sun slowly crept up behind me. It is so peaceful out there.
The sand is streaked with the small tracks of lizards and other desert critters who have scurried about during the night, as well as the soft round tracks that camels make.
I sat on the cold sand with the sun on my back, reading my book for about an hour, the only living thing I saw was a dude riding a camel, slowly crossing the desert in front of me.
Eventually the rest of the crew were up and about and breakfast was served. Hummus, matabal, zarta, labneh, olive oil, pita bread and bean porridge type thing called fooule with sweet tea seasoned with sage.
The rest of the day was taken up by a four wheel drive trip around to some of the rock formations around Wadi Rum, some sand dune climbing, camel riding and a visit to what is left of T.E Lawrence's house.
Camels are really great creatures, the one I rode was called Roham, or something like that. He kept nuzzling into the back of one of the girls in front of me, smearing streaks of camel spit all over her T-shirt.
The camel behind me also tried to eat my camera.
When all our touristing was done the four of us jumped into a cab and headed south to Aqaba, a beach town on the Red Sea. From my hotel room you can see Egypt across the water, and down the street there is a sign saying 10km to Saudi. In the other direction is Israel.
We got stopped on our way to the beach in a cab by a M-16 wielding Jordanian military dude. After checking our passports he waved us on with a smile saying, "Welcome to Jordan". Thanks dude! It turns out the beach club we were going to go snorkelling from was right next to a naval base.
Day 10
The cold of the desert night has a deleterious effect on your camera batteries. It really sucks the life out of them.
Most of my shots from day two in Wadi Rum are on a roll or two of film in my backpack, so it'll be ages before I get them back.
I was the first of my group to wake up, so I decided to go for a walk. I schlepped about 1 km away from the camp site and watched the colours change on the rocks as the sun slowly crept up behind me. It is so peaceful out there.
The sand is streaked with the small tracks of lizards and other desert critters who have scurried about during the night, as well as the soft round tracks that camels make.
I sat on the cold sand with the sun on my back, reading my book for about an hour, the only living thing I saw was a dude riding a camel, slowly crossing the desert in front of me.
Eventually the rest of the crew were up and about and breakfast was served. Hummus, matabal, zarta, labneh, olive oil, pita bread and bean porridge type thing called fooule with sweet tea seasoned with sage.
The rest of the day was taken up by a four wheel drive trip around to some of the rock formations around Wadi Rum, some sand dune climbing, camel riding and a visit to what is left of T.E Lawrence's house.
Camels are really great creatures, the one I rode was called Roham, or something like that. He kept nuzzling into the back of one of the girls in front of me, smearing streaks of camel spit all over her T-shirt.
The camel behind me also tried to eat my camera.
When all our touristing was done the four of us jumped into a cab and headed south to Aqaba, a beach town on the Red Sea. From my hotel room you can see Egypt across the water, and down the street there is a sign saying 10km to Saudi. In the other direction is Israel.
We got stopped on our way to the beach in a cab by a M-16 wielding Jordanian military dude. After checking our passports he waved us on with a smile saying, "Welcome to Jordan". Thanks dude! It turns out the beach club we were going to go snorkelling from was right next to a naval base.
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| This siq in Wadi Rum leads to what smelt like a Bedouin urinal. We all agreed that the tour guides directed us to go down there as a joke. |
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| This small pile of rocks sits on the remains of T.E Lawrence's desert home. |
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| One of the last shots before my second camera battery died... |
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