Our final destination in Jordan was the wild desert of Wadi Rum, or so we thought. Tourism has somewhat blighted the experience of travelling in this area. Unlike the Egyptian experiance, the camps are permanent and this permanency somewhat ruins the experience. Having said this, the sights that unfolded on our trip were breathing taking in their sheer scope and majesty.
To reach this vantage point a friend and I climbed for twenty minutes looking for the elusive pond that fed the wildlife in the foreground. Small enough to step across the sight from above was worth it all the same. Below Lawrence of Arabia, T.E. Lawrence, has carved into the rock leaving a permanent reminder for those that follow and a moment of excitement for the two history buffs in the group.
Though it is hard to tell, this shot is taken down a steep sand dune, one of the few that has piled up against the rocks.
Our one sunset in the desert somewhat spoiled by the overcast conditions that continued well into evening. Mount Doom in the top left anyone?
After one night in the desert we find ourselves speeding out on a trusty steed, the four by four.
