the Bedouins

Place: in a bedouin village in the middle of Wadi Rum desert
Time: 12:46 July 15th
What was supposed to be an hour ferry ride to aqaba turned out to be the most excruciating trip ever. The ferry, meant to arrive at Aqaba at 5pm docked at the port around 10 o’clock. Its was too late to try to get a bus to Wadi Rum so Marielle and me decided to spent the night in Aqaba. Us and the Danish couple were the only ones who didn’t give the passport to the official to collect the visa so when we were leaving the boat the police collected ours. We were dropped off the the middle of the port with no signs were to go at this point all the other tourist had disappeared, its was only Marielle and me wandering through the docks. Every now and then we passed by some Jordanians sitting around having tea and smoking who pointed the right direction to us. After a unpleasant 10 minutes stroll we found out that we had missed the shuttle to the Arrival building. We sat there for a while until I went to the immigration office to ask about our passports, there was no signs of our passports and we started to get worried cuz the Canadians and Americans already had their passports there. The officers were really nice and said they were going to check and told us to wait for a while.
After a couple of minutes the Danish couple walks in also looking for theirs, but right after comes one of the police officers who were in the boat with all ours passports telling us to follow him. When we were in his office the other guy who I had asked about the passports came to check if we were okay. They were the nicest police I had ever met in my life, actually all Jordanians so far were really sweet. After we got ours visas sorted we got a cab and headed to the Hotel, and finally I had a long hot watered showered.
In the morning after breakfast we head to the bus station but the bus to Wadi Rum it was going to leave only and 1pm so instead of wait 3 hours the took I cab for 15 JD.
At this moment I sitting in a Bedouin village wait for the sun calm down a bit so we can go for a Camel ride through the desert. The funny thing is that our is in a book of a famous Dutch writer who travelled around Syria and Jordan and wrote a book about, he was only 12 back then and the even more impressive is that his grandfather played a small rolled in the movie Lawrence of Arabia!! How cool is that!!

Now if you excuse Im going to show some card trick to the Bedouin kid who sitting right next to me attempting to make a rock disappear in his hand.