4. Wadi Rum, Jordan



Wadi Rum was one of my favourite parts of the trip, because of the many natural landscapes we got to see.


I liked seeing the camels, and the lonely olive tree.
there is it
i like the scrambling up the rocks
the view of how tiny everything can be from a larger perspective

i liked the running up of the dunes


camels

another siq


rock climbing up, to receive unexpected pictures

rocks






sunset


Khazali Canyon – a deep fissure in the red sandstone Khazali Mountain. 
Over time the beautiful shapes were formed by wind and rain.



I suddenly recall the events that took place. We had shared a ride with the Slovakian girls to Wadi Rum. The moment we got off at Wadi Rum the many guides came to us; the Slovakian girls got a really good price compared to what we were offered by the hostel. We thought of cancelling the booking with Beduland Camp Wadi Rum but our host convinced us that this good price would probably pose greater danger to them / exclude some things / different from our tour. Later in the evening it turns out these girls were at the same camp as us………… seems like they all actually operate in the same camp, first-price discrimination perhaps. Theirs even included dinner.


Note to self: Try not to pre-book. I should have known actually, hmm. 


Wadi Rum was great. We met Georgia who was heading to Beirut. Now that it’s been planted in my head, I would like to visit Beirut someday. 

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At night, I was so tired I didn’t feel like talking at all. I wanted to lie in the bed under my comforter, quiet. When we finally reached the room I remember feeling so relieved, and it brings to mind the time in Bolivia, when I had the whole room to myself and it feels SO GOOD. Times like this just brings so much comfort. I finished reading When Breath Becomes Air in the cold, and slept.

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