Wadi Rum Desert

Entering Wadi Rum (a desert) is like entering a movie set—it’s so unreal and so huge that it verges on unbelievable. We did quite a bit there—climbed up huge rock arches, hiked up dunes (which is really really hard may I say) and spent the night at a Bedouin Camp.

Ah—the Bedouin camp—where one of the guys in my group tried to sell me for camel milk! Luckily, there was no camel milk to be had so the deal was no good. Plus, thee sheik already has two wives and me as wife number three…I think not! Still, the Sheik of the camp had great fun with it and went around all night calling me his wife. Even late into the night, I heard “Good Night my Wife!” yelled out into the dark, which sent Alex and I into giggles.

Anyway, dinner was cooked under the ground (called Zarv—see the picture) and quite good though occasionally gritty. And afterwards, there was singing and a dancing by the men. Myself and Cathy (she’s a British girl in my group) were pulled up as well and joined in—heaps of fun if a bit embarrassing. After the entertainment, we headed to bed and slept under the stars.

Sleeping in Wadi Rum is the best. There’s little to no light pollution and I don’t’ think I’ve seen that many stars in years. It was so clear and the stars so thick that it was like a sea of them over our head. Memorable!