Jordan’s Wadi Rum, is deserted and remote, with towering mountains of sandstone and granite that seem to erupt jaggedly out of the rust-coloured sand that covers every square inch of the valley.
The landscape is intimidating, as desolate as it is awe-inspiring. It’s other name, the Valley of the Moon, a little too appropriate.
Looking out into all that vastness, I can’t help but feel small, forlorn and insignificant.
We somehow find ourselves having tea with a Bedouin family, in a tent, their home, which seems to me like nothing more than scraps pieced together to ward off the flaming sun. I am filled with admiration.
How can they live in an environment so harsh? so isolated?
It seems impossible to me – a self-professed city girl – who needs wifi on demand, a million restaurants to choose from, and all of the conveniences of the megacity I live in, at my fingertips.
Still, as dusk settles over the immense sky, and the sun drapes the starkness of that alien landscape with a warm, majestic light, I feel something resembling comfort.
Do you prefer to live in cities? Or do you dream of solitude?