A sunrise camel ride, painful goodbyes, terrible service and one final desert tour bring my Wadi Rum adventure to a bittersweet end at last.
A sunrise camel ride, painful goodbyes, terrible service and one final desert tour bring my Wadi Rum adventure to a bittersweet end at last.
From Jordan’s highest peak to a near-rollover in the desert, our first day in Wadi Rum ends with zarb, sunset and one more night together.
I finish the Dana-to-Petra trek through Petra’s Monastery and Treasury before saying goodbye to the Jordan Trail.
I leave the wilderness for Little Petra, trading donkeys and dust for Nabataean ruins, hot showers, yoga and overpriced beer.
I cross Furon’s wildest trails, finding dinosaur tracks, alien sandstone, camp yoga, mansaf and a very noisy Yahtzee ritual.
I cross the Sharah Mountains to Furon, collecting sunburn, inside jokes, a missing hiker and a lucky game of Yahtzee.
I begin the five-day Dana-to-Petra trek, finding biblical landscapes, new friends, desert wildlife and freezing camp showers.
I explore Amman’s chaotic streets, ancient Citadel, Roman Theatre and Rainbow Street before finding falafel worth fainting over.
I trade Albania and Morocco for Jordan, where trekking, diving and one accidental invitation set the stage for an unforgettable trip.
Journal entries from my first quarter in my second year of basic emergency training.