Little Petra

The morning after landing in Amman I was on the road heading west of Wadi Musa, off to the poor man's version of Petra. As usual, I brought just enough water to carry me about a quarter way there, and after 15km I was happy to humbly accept an invitation from a huge Bedouin family camped beneath the cliffs: I was just in time for mansaf. An old, white-bearded hajji ran the show seated on a rug, while his sons and daughters and little grandkids ran back and forth with the shay, gahwa, pepsi, flatbread and giant chunks of lamb, keeping my bowl endlessly full of rice and meat, and dousing it in fermented yogurt each time I paused to catch my breath. 

Moving along, I'd soon reached the little siq of Little Petra. While entrance to Jordan's main attraction costs about $70, entrance to Little Petra is free. Although it wasn't too long ago that I visited Petra itself, I was still amazed by the smaller, less-ornate tombs of Little Petra, hewn out of the red rock with columns and facades, the details all faded and smoothed over the last two thousand years. There's no replacing Petra, but its little sister was worth the walk. 
I thought I'd be spending some time in this town, but the plans have changed. It now looks like I'll be spending the next month or so working at a desert camp in Wadi Rum. I'm off early tomorrow morning. 


Back in Aarhus

Twelve days back in Aarhus went by fast. Chasing a massive deadline and doing my best to avoid the Danish winter, it was usually a few days between ventures outside the apartment (the top three photos are the view from our window), most trips being just long enough to buy more milk. I'll try to explore a bit further when I make it back with a fresh 90 days on my Schengen visa. 


Afar Flashback

A few days after landing back in Europe, I met David again in Oxford. The last time it was to pick up gear for an upcoming expedition. This time we presented the experience at the Wilderness Lectures in Bristol. The lecture went decently, especially when I wasn't the one lecturing. To provide a small glimpse of the Afar, I played a dozen or so short clips from the film as it now stands (still needs some work). Above are a few of the village kids from Harissa, showing off hairstyles, clothing, scarring and teeth-sharpening techniques, as well as Eid dances and ga'mbo-baking skills. In the fourth clip Mohammed and Thoreau make the most of our Eid goat, wearing the medical gloves from our first aid kit. I also threw plenty of pictures into the Bristol mix, some of which I'd looked over until now. It's a relief to have the presentation behind, although we both enjoyed delving back into the expedition for a day or two.