That's the Indiana Jones theme song. Just read the title of the post again and it will all make sense to you, I promise.
Last night, the program got back from a weekend trip to Wadi Rum, Aqaba, Wadi Musa, the Red Sea and Petra. Southern Jordan is beautiful and I'm looking forward to going back as soon as possible. I rode a camel (twice). I have a series of cuts on my thigh and shin from a run-in with some Red Sea coral that will most likely result in the coolest scar ever as the pattern vaguely resembles an old dance instruction mat, complete with little shoe prints. I hiked through Wadi Rum and down throug Little Petra, the monastary and the treasury, sometimes with my friends and sometimes on my own. I met a nice guy from San Francisco whose parents distribute USAID grants. I got to see where Indiana Jones went to look for some shit in that one movie. I saw some people acting like assholes. I saw some people acting like saints. I met the people Jack Sparrow stole his style from. I slept under the stars in a valley in a desert. I woke up with sand in my hair, my nose, my eyelashes, my belly button and a few other places I'd really care not to discuss. I have a six-inch long mystery scratch on my forearm. I was awoken by cats on the roof. I smoked some very nice (read: strong) unflavored Egyptian tobacco.
I rode out on a camel with an Egyptian man, my friend Gary and 3 Japanese tourists, drank some tea and watched the sun rise over the red rocks and peach sand of the Jordanian desert.
Forgive the 2nd grade writing techniques -- all of these stories would be way to long for anyone to have any interest in reading. You'll hear them all when I get back! Don't worry, though....piecemeal.
Peace,
anneke
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