Desert Rose

I was humming desert rose in the back of my head when I first started writing, and realized that I couldn’t write without it, so I got off and went through my CD’s looking for the damn song! Of course knowing the clutter of my unlabelled CD’s that I always swear to go through and carefully label for my own reference, I finally got back to my laptop, launched lime wire and found the song, which’s title seemed to be very appropriate to what I’m about to write, but god knows the lyrics is completely irrelevant.

I have spent the last two days in the country of the Lawrence of Arabia! We took the bus to Wadi Rum yesterday morning, cutting away the boredom of the four hour drive with a game of tricks, and well in my case a nap that was interrupted a million times by friends who thought it was an amazing idea to keep me up – little did they know they would be the first people to go to sleep, I’ve experienced Rum before and the fact is, that’s one place in the world where you want to lay back and star gaze, sunset to sunrise is the time to let your self go.

The weather was freezing cold, and the bonfire lit in the middle of nowhere did not provide enough warmth! However it dried up our eyes, burnt the sides of our faces, yet keeping our behinds exposed to the brutal cold desert air, and our legs drowning in the arctic sand.

At the break of dawn I was practically falling asleep, and my bones where rubbing each other and decided to head back to camp site with a friend. By the time we got to our tents for a quick nap the sky was almost half blue, half dark, but at least it was lit enough to show a trail of where we were heading. I was startled by weird noises by the time I tucked my self in, and texted my friend in concern, I mean technically we were separated by a curtain, but I didn’t want to wake up the girls, it was only 6:00 a.m.

He jokingly said it’s probably only a couple of snakes wandering around! My worst fear, I couldn’t tell if he was joking, serious or just trying to get me off his case by scaring me like hell, but I left the tent into a more convenient open space lounge where I could run off incase I spotted a snake. He joined me, convincing me that he was just making fun of me and that there wasn’t anything to worry about – and I let it go.

I do remember though my last thought before I went to sleep, “Why the hell did he get up to make sure I get some sleep. We’re equally exhausted! I don’t mind the nice gesture, but it felt like there was more into it.” And I fell asleep.

A couple of hours later I was waking him up and we heading for the bus and took enough to Bait Ali, a camp that provided a variety of activities to be enjoyed in the desert. And the thought hit me again, but I was 100% sure it was nothing, it’s probably because my best friend mentioned it the night before, he casually asked if there was anything going on between us and I said no, he believed me, after all I’ve never lied to him.

By the time we got to Bait Ali we rented out buggy’s and went driving around Wadi Rum in the morning, into a scenery so spectacular that I feel bad not many people decided to take the trip. I must find some different superlatives to use! Jagged, rugged jebels rise from the desert sands. This is completely unique scenery that cannot be described by words…

The drive back to Amman was long, quiet and well tiring. Everyone on the bus was passed out, and believe me for once, it was not alcohol. He fell asleep on my shoulder that afternoon, weird I didn’t push him away – something that I would’ve done, but then again, he looked so cute, falling asleep, inflated pink lips and greasy hair! Lol! Am so glad to be home, it’s been a long night, and despite the fact that I thought I’d get some sleep, I actually didn’t!

Bed time, for now at least!