At the edge of the desert, we traded in the car for camels…
…before trading in the camels for a truck. We sat in the back of this Toyota for the rest of the day.
It was awesome.
Driving through Wadi Rum is what it might feel like to be an ant, were ants sentient and humans didn’t exist. The sheer size of this place is astounding. For scale: here’s a picture of a truck passing in front of one of the mountains (plateaus? rock structures?).
Did you know that Wadi Rum is the largest wadi in Jordan? Or that Lawrence of Arabia was filmed here? (Along with Prometheus, Red Planet, and Transformers: Rise of the Fallen, among others?)
One of the first stops we made was at the edge of this sand dune. I was not convinced that this would be worth getting out of the truck for — let alone taking my shoes off. However, I was dead wrong. It was spectacular.
For a very long time we climbed, we ran, we jumped, we rolled, we sat — and were covered in orange sand by the end. But then we got guava juice back in the truck, so…
There’s a face in that rock!
Beautiful! Gorgeous! Wish you were here!
Another stop was at this rock bridge. Which we climbed and then did the YMCA on. Because reasons!
Our day ended at the sunset spot, where we climbed this little thing and watched the sun go down.
(Our Wadi-Rum-truck-driver is the person on the left edge of the rock wearing white, and Alissa and Carlos are on the right edge giving me a thumbs up.)
The view was…fine.
More like jaw-dropping. Remarkable. Stupendous. Superlative. And the perfect end to an amazing day.