The camp’s name is Magic Rum and is located in Wadi Rum. The guy who was running it while we were there was great- his name is Barakat. The guy in the white robe is Salden and yes, that is a gun and a healthy supply of large bullets on his shoulder. These guys were fun and welcoming. We had tea with them when we first arrived and danced with them at night before an incredible traditional meal of spiced potatoes, chicken, yogurt sauce, vegetable soup and copious amounts of sweet tea! We killed it- we were so hungry from our desert trekking!

A Bedouin is “a member of any of the nomadic tribes of Arabs inhabiting the deserts of Arabia, Jordan, and Syria, as well as parts of the Sahara.”

We were getting blown to bits in the back of the truck and it was awesome! You couldn’t keep your face forward for too long, otherwise you couldn’t breathe. The air was so hot and dry.