October 2010
This morning I woke to a pale blue sky, a cool desert breeze and red sand stretching as far as my little eyes could see.
For a moment, between sleep and the new day, I thought I was dreaming. But my mind came around to my thin mattress on the still-warm sand and the camels plodding past.
Our night in the Bedouin style camp was, in equal parts, peaceful and exciting, delivering little bursts of happiness into my travel-soothed soul.
After a three hour safari on the back of a scrappy Hilux ute (during which we stopped to climb sand dunes, stone bridges and into canyons) we arrived to a coal-cooked meal of vegetables, lamb kofta and rice. The Bedouin men sat by the fire playing a mixture of local and foreign tunes on their strings; their clear, strong voices bouncing from the rocky hills that lay beyond the light.
As always, camping reminded me of childhood, but Wadi Rum seemed a world away from my humble home ground in Australia, and a childlike wonder overcame my reminiscing mind.
Falling asleep under the desert night, admiring the stars that pierced the blackness and the comet that streaked the sky, I was undone with a fit of the giggles before falling into a deep slumber.
Read more about my Jordanian Adventures at https://nicfreeman.com/2010/10/06/jordanian-adventures/
Nic Freeman 
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