Check out were I slept Friday night! My usual Trilogy routine of a night out dancing to house music in the massive Dubai night club interrupted to sleep out in the remote area of Wadi Rum in Jordan.
Hmm, experience wise, hmmm, I keep trying to tell myself that sometimes you need experiences like these to remind you of how grateful we should be for our amenity filled lives, but could I have still got this enlightened perspective somehow else?
So Friday night I slept in a Bedouin tent out in the desert with impressively cold weather, huddled under layers and layers of massive camel blankets (and those of you who know me from Dubai are struggling to picture this, as am I) The bathroom? I've seen better ones in fraternities . . .
I think the funniest part was after dinner and the entertainment, the Bedouin hosts packed up their things (did I mention the Bedouin kids with their mobile phones asking me to bluetooth them my Nancy songs and proudly showing off their collection of female anatomy photos? The world is flatter), jumped into their 4x4s and headed back to the village to sleep in their warm, wind protected houses leaving us bewildered tourists to figure out the strategically warmest spots . . . Hmmmm,
Waking up hangover free Saturday morning at 6AM was quite refreshing though double checking to make sure I hadn't lost any extrematies to the cold weather was not. Also, I think I will stick with my Land rover as a mode of transportation vs. our fuzzy camel friends (at least my car doesn't growl and try to bite me . . .)
More Jordan perspectives to come.
