As I type this out, I’m sitting in darkness, my face lit only by the glow of my computer screen. There’s sand beneath my feet, chirping outside and the occasional snort of an irritable camel. Twenty minutes ago, my boots were gliding down a sand dune, my eyes racing toward the horizon. I was wanting, watching, waiting to absorb the last few rays of the sun as it rolled out its final flourish, called it a day and then headed off to light up another part of the world.
And I can’t decide whether it’s terribly sad that I can connect to the world from within a tent in the middle of Wadi Rum – or terribly inspiring.
I also know that I’ve told you next to nothing about Jordan so far, which is unusual for Inside the Travel Lab. I haven’t mentioned the tastes, the smells, the history and the complicated reality of everyday life. I haven’t told you about the people I’ve met or the recipes I’ve learned and want to make sure I share.
I’ve just touched on a moment of beauty that overwhelmed me during Petra by Night – and this moment right here, right now. The desert at night.
I can still hear the chirping outside but now it’s followed by laughter, footsteps muted by the sand and the clanging of pots and pans that means that dinner is underway.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll step away from the screen for now and take part in the world outside.
I’ll just leave you with these photos of the desert at night – and a promise to explain more. Later.