What a trip.
Are there even words to describe Jordan with?
We spent our first three days in Amman. The capital city of Jordan was mightily unexplored by our group. We spent most of our time in the residence we stayed in. We did manage to at least walk around every night, and got out via taxis on two nights. However, I feel as though I know nothing of Amman.
Although, on our way out, we did get to visit the beautiful King Abdullah Mosque. It's obvious contrast to the mosques of Turkey piqued my curiosity and made me enjoy it's architecture perhaps more than is warranted.
|That's a lot of little blue tiles...|
But after Amman, it was basically all on the tour company's back.
And man did they deliver.
I have never felt like I did wading in the waters of this sea. It's completely inexplicable. I spent most of my time on my back, and laughing. It's just such an absurd feeling, you can't help but laugh!
Naturally, it took about 1.5 minutes for the guys to lost their trunks.
Yup, I'm proud to say that I carried on Chris's legacy and swam nekkid in the Dead Sea.
At 8:30 we made our way into the Petra complex, following only the light of candles laid along the pathway.
It made the whole experience so mysterious - climbing through a canyon complex that you have never been to, only by what's visible from small candles and the full moon's light.
Epic is the word.
I had imagined riding down the canyon on horseback into a vast opening with the Treasury exploding into view in all of its glory.
I wasn't disappointed.
|Well, minus the horse. There were none of those.|
When you think "meh... that's the least impressive four-story-high-ancient-tomb-carved-into-the-canyon-wall-two-thousand-years-ago I've seen today" you are spoiled.
This is the section of the desert that T.E. Lawrence settle down in and explored/fought for in the early 1900s.
I'm not sure it's changed much since then.
We began our Bedouin adventure witha two hour camel ride. Yup. I've become a master camel rider in the past week.
|Our Fearless Leader|
|What I Saw.|
|No Problem for Dana.|
|Happy Joe Young.|
I felt so at home in the desert.
Who would have thought?
I already miss the feeling of sand, the Bedouin tea and music, the awe-inspiring sunsets, the way-too-dangerous rock climbing, and the pace of desert life.
See you soon Wadi Rum...
Where John baptized Jesus.
Not sure I can capture what it felt like to dip my feet into the Jordan where Jesus' (probably) dipped his, other than to say that it was mysteriously amazing.
Then, to Mt. Nebo, where Moses caught his glimpse of the long-awaited Promised Land and finally rested his weary feet forever.
It was so chilling to look into Israel from where Moses did and know that I was going to complete the journey he never could.
Which is exactly what I did the next day.