Head Sanded

Head Sanded
Place: At the Valentine hostel in Petra sitting in the lounge.
Time: 12:15 local time

After the sun cooled down a bit Hali got our camels ready to go. For our luck its wasn’t a really hot day, even so I was prepared, wearing my gallapea and my Arafat ( sort of a man dress who covers pretty much your whole body and a bandana who covers all the rest) we headed to the desert. After around half an hour on the Camel we were totally emerged in the desert scenery, but not that stereotype version of desert with miles of sand and endless dunes that go until your sight can reach. Instead we had lots of mountain carved by millions of years of cutting glass wind filling the background. On the way to the camp we stopped at a sand dune which alone was worth the trip. Every step you take your legs can be buried almost all the way to the knees. Not to mention the colossal effort that takes only to only a couple of meters up the dune,
We also got the see some Nabateans inscription painted in my mounts, all well as the Lawrence’s house used on the movie.
The camp wasn’t nothing fancy, actually just a couple of mattresses and pillows in a tent. Our bags were already there waiting for us cuz they came by jeep that takes only 20 minutes to reach the site unlike the slow-paced camels that make all the muscle of your butt endure almost 3 hours of pain.
I finally got a chance to place with my Frisbee, while we watch the sun go to bed in between the mountains.
The sun left the picture andthe most amazing army of stars crowded the sky leaving barely any room left. Unfortunately was impossible to take any picture so you guys have any idea what I’m talking about, that’s when Marielle said that the best things in life can’t be capture in a picture, which if you think about its kind of true.
I was so starving when he reached the camp, that when I realized that our last meal had been in the hotel in Aqaba, BREAKFAST!! And it was already 21h o’clock. We had some pitta bread and baba ganoush, ( what we call Syrian bread in Brazil, and eggplant puree) and of course, tea.
The moon was nowhere to be seen which made the desert almost pitch black, but that didn’t stop us to go for a walk in the black desert, we laid in the middle of the dune counting shooting stars when we had the amazing idea of sleeping right there with the stars as our roof. We grabbed some blankets for the tent cuz it can get very cold during the night in the night especially cuz we were in a high place.
That was the most memorable experience so far in my trip, as I type I still got sand deep down in my scalp, butt crack, ears. It was so windy during the night that we were almost buried in sand by the morning.
We woke up at 5 to see the sunrise and cuz our bus to Petra was schedule to 8h30. While we were preparing the breakfast me, in my starvation as usual went straight to the pitta bread, something ready to be eaten. But where was it? We looked everywhere but couldn’t find it only to realized that the desert foxes had stolen it after we saw the footprints on the sand. Motherfuckers!! So we had to go back to the village and finish our breakfast there.
A quick ride brought us to Wadi Musa where the bus driver recommended this hostel where we are at the moment. Marielle went after a ATM to get the money to pay me since here card was blocked in Aqaba. But bad news were ahead, the whole city was out of internet and all the ATMs were out of service. Poor little girl, she had only today to see Petra and didn’t even have money to pay for the entrance, neither did I, so couldn’t help even myself. Now I’m going to have to stay one more night here since the bus to Amman leaves only in the morning..
Now I need to have a shower to get rid of have of the desert off my scalp.


Salamaleico!