Here I wrote about the first day of our long camel ride by the frenzied desert of Wadi Rum. As well, I wrote about our overnight stay at a Bedouin camp in the middle of this desert. The next day we leave early for the last pull on our beloved camels. By this time I know how I ride a camel like a real Bedouin woman and I even saved (heroicall) my man who lost his rein. I got showered with compliments by our local guide. ‘Good camel wife. Good Bedouin wife. Nice. Much nice.’ Yes, that camel riding thing suits me.
After hours of riding through the desert we arrive at the “rock bridge or Um Frouth”- a natural bridge smoothed by sand, water, and wind. The bridge is accessible by a short but exciting climb straight up the mountain at twenty metres height. The bridge itself is about a feet wide and four feet long. I feel like the ‘queen of the desert’ while I look out over nothing more than sand and rock formations. Wadi Rum colors along with the sun, and that is one of the most beautiful natural phenomena that I’ve ever seen.
I got dressed up as Arab woman for a while – and after that we ride along. The color spectrum continues to amaze me. We hide from the sun at a shady rock and let the camels graze. The guide gets his kettle again and he searches for some flammable material together to prepare gallons of tea. We enjoy this scarce time. We are so lucky again to experience these days with just the two of us while we did not encounter any other tourists. I settle myself against my camel and for the next two hours I cuddle her. Wadi Rum is incredibly beautiful, and when we arrive at the village I realize that I’m going to miss this short life as a Bedouin woman.