A desert's an odd place to hear a song about a river - 21 April 2009

You'll notice in yesterday's picture that there's only a blanket separating the "rooms" at our camp. My journal notes: "At least half this group snores, and since there are only blankets separating us you can hear everyone. I join in and sleep surprisingly well." Jennifer was not as lucky.

Today's main activity was a 4x4 tour through Wadi Rum, including an extended tour that we paid 15 Jordanian Dollars for. It's money well spent.

This is a sort of oasis, where water gathers and trees grow. It is hidden from view, but would have been well known to caravans that crossed the desert (and 4x4s full of tourists). There was also a cave nearby where you could take shelter from the elements.



Pulling up to a rock arch in Wadi Rum:



Walking out onto the arch. We had to ask another group to move their 4x4s so that our photos weren't ruined.



After Wadi Rum we loaded onto the bus and moved on to "little" Petra. You won't recognize today's picture, but I promise there will be something more familiar tomorrow:



Evidently there's going to be some high-tone function tonight at little Petra, because there's a crowd of workers setting up tables and a sound system. The funny thing is that they're listening to Chattahoochee by Alan Jackson. Much like Jennifer, though, they don't seem to be enjoying it.