Arriving off the Red Sea ferry in Aqaba, Jordan was rather uncoordinated and somewhat chaotic. There was a question of whether to get a group visa, which is free, or individual visas. The caveat of a group visa is that the group must go to Petra, which we were, and must hire horses there, which we weren’t. Despite all the confusion, we still got to our hotel much earlier than expected; normally the ferry is significantly delayed, which the leader prepared us for, but ours was on time.
Aqaba was unexciting and the next morning we left during a drizzle for the desert conservation area of Wadi Rum. Wadi Rum has desert sandstone rock scenery very similar the western United States, even like Arizona. Unique to Rum, though, are sites associated with Lawrence of Arabia, such as Lawrence’s Spring and House. We also saw Thamodian petroglyphs, similar to those you’d see in Arizona deserts and sand dunes and the Um Fourth Bridge, which Andrew quite daringly (in Toffler’s opinion) climbed. Throughout the day it drizzled on and off, only to turn to very cold rain by night fall. And what were our accommodations for that night? Bedouin tents. Yes, that’s right, we camped out in wet sandy tents with the nomadic tribespeople. These weren’t just any nomadic tribespeople, they were cellphone-toting, Toyota-driving Bedouins. They told us they hadn’t seen weather like that for 15-20years.
So then it was little surprise when we woke up the next morning and it was…still raining. We wanted to hurry up and get out of the cold and wet, but little did we know… Pictures from Jordan