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.
I confront my fear of skiing in Kopaonik, survive countless falls and leave Serbia completely hooked on the slopes.