On my recent trip to Jordan, my friend and I went camping in Wadi Rum. I have to admit that I'm not much of a camper and I used to dread the camping trips with my parents to the south of France back in the 70s. Ah, those summer holidays spent with my whole family on less than 16 m2. Dinner prepared on a gas cooker, eating from plastic plates with plastic cutlery and then hauling all that plastic in a bucket to the shower/loo/washing up facilities to queue to do the dishes next to some random and usually very nosy fellow camper. And let's not leave out the walk of shame to the loo with a loo-roll under your arm. Not much privacy there, I tell you.
After long consideration and researching Tripadvisor and the likes, my travel buddy and I had decided on camp Rahayeb. A disappointment it was not.
|Wadi Rum at sun set|
We were promptly picked up from our hotel, met by another driver at the visitors' centre in Wadi Rum, who swiftly transferred us and our bags to his four wheel drive. After a short drive through the magnificent Wadi Rum desert, we were met by a friendly Bedouin gentlemen and two cups of tea, so sweet my teeth almost fell out. (That's Arab tea for you). We were shown to our tent where magically our bags were waiting for us already.
|New desert friends|