This past weekend, some friends and I took a trip to Wadi Rum to take advantage of Bedouin hospitality. We arrived in Rum village on Thursday night and hopped in the back of a truck which brought us the few miles to our camp. We arrived after dark to a warm fire, dinner on the stove, and tents ready for sleeping. (Many thanks to Francisco for some of the photos below.)
Breakfast on day two.
Wadi Rum Fox Camp - www.bedouinsofwadirum.com - where we stayed.
Evidence of wildlife - tiny footprints from a four-legged hopper.
The view from camp.
More evidence of wildlife - a lizard's trail.
The reward of a couple hours of hiking...an incredible view. Across the valley, past the dry river, and beyond the first mountains in the distance is the Saudi border. I asked about crossing...how would they know? Our guide Suleman told us that there are patrol stations every kilometer or so. And every morning, the desert gets raked and cleaned. New footprints are followed. It is impossible to get anywhere without leaving tracks.
Tiny Victoria requesting that Giant Francisco not eat her.
Riding in style.
After a night of rain, we woke up to big, puffy clouds which changed the look of everything.