Leaving Petra, we joined a tour bus stuffed with Jordanian girls–heading 130 miles within the fallacious course. We don’t know why we did this, contemplating we weren’t precisely positive the place they had been going or after they would arrive to our meant vacation spot, however we knew it was going to be an journey. We hopped in, and had been instantly supplied zaatar and butter sandwiches and cups of tea. Then the music cranked up. “Annie! Mike!” “Come dance,” mentioned the women in concord. The bus was going 50 miles an hour on snaking roads, however they didn’t care. These seemingly conservative girl, cloaked in hijabs, had been prepared to chop unfastened and we weren’t about to carry them again. Chanting our names and spinning us spherical and spherical, we laughed till our cheeks harm.
Little did we all know the social gathering was simply getting began. We reached the Wadi Rum desert because the solar was setting over the pink mountains, and we couldn’t perceive why they might wish to see this legendary panorama at nighttime. Then we noticed the strobe lights bouncing off the dunes. Two dance flooring had been arrange, one for males and one other for girls. Our new pals ordered three hookahs for our desk, additional extending the invitation into their worlds. There wasn’t a single westerner at this social gathering…and we felt so honored to have skilled the sunshine and warm-hearted spirit of the Center East.
