Jordan - Wadi Rum

If you have a romantic heart and an adventurous spirit,We asked if we could meet the women of the tribe
then you have to ride an Arab horse across theand the female riders only were allowed into their
desert of Wadi Rum at least once in your lifetime.Wadiseparate part of the tent. We communicated with the
Rum, in the far south of Jordan, is also known aswomen in sign language and by drawing pictures and
Valley of the Moon. It is an enchanting place whererealized that we had the same wants and needs
massive rocky outcrops rise majestically out of thewhatever culture we come from. I felt that we had
desert floor. The rocks have the appearance ofwitnessed something very special that the normal
melting chocolate and the colours in the sandstone aretourist doesn't usually see.At the end of each long day
like a muted earthy rainbow. It is a landscape like noin the saddle, when we were tired and hungry, the
other.I have ridden twice now in Wadi Rum withcook and crew had already set up camp. I was
Equitour Worldwide Riding Holidays Both trips werealways amazed by the places they found for us to
spectacular and different. I met old friends and madespend the night. The crew consisted of a very good
new. That is the wonderful thing about horses - theycook and assistant, horse handlers, maybe a local vet
bring people together who enjoy a challenge whateverand drivers. There were normally about two or three
their age.Initially I was anxious about my riding ability4WD pickup trucks, which carried food and water for
and crossing the sort of terrain described in thethe horses, for the riders and also all our bags and
brochure. I remember on the first trip, the briefingcamping equipment. They stayed discreetly out of the
session was held in a fabulous Bedouin styleway when we were riding unless needed for water
restaurant in the capital Amman. I thought that I wasetc and they went on ahead to find resting places and
the most inexperienced rider of the whole group andovernight campsites. Sometimes a rider decided a rest
asked Ishmael, who owns the local tour company outwas needed and so swopped their horse for a seat in
there, to make sure that I had a very quiet horse.Theone of the trucks.Camping was the most wonderful
next day we left Amman and set off in a mini busfun and I was surprised at how everyone forgot about
down the Desert Highway, which is the maintheir complex lives at home and wanted to stay in the
motorway through Jordan, from Syria to Saudi Arabia.desert forever with few or little possessions. We were
The journey was full of sights new to our Westernfed ample freshly cooked food that was delicious and
eyes. We passed convoys of colourful truckswine, beer and soft drinks were provided. We all sat
transporting goods to Saudi and at the side of thearound the fire exchanging stories and learning about
highway in the scrubby desert were small settlementsthe Bedouin way of life. We heard the men singing
of concrete very basic single storey dwellings. Welove songs to the horses to keep them calm. One
could see children running around amongst the goatsnight, members of a local tribe visited us and we had a
and donkeys and camels. We passed a local farmerreally enjoyable and spontaneous evening. We found
with a camel sitting calmly in the back of his 4WDthe Bedouins to be a very proud and hospitable race
Pickup. Our driver waved to him and he pulled in at thewith a great sense of humour.On each trip, the crew
side of the road for us take photos of his strange andmade us a makeshift shower so everyone could have
unconcerned passenger. We stopped at a roadsidea thorough wash. I remember how wonderful it was to
tourist shop to buy typical Arab scarves known asfeel clean and refreshed. I sat on a high rocky ledge
kufeyyas, which would prove indispensable against theabove the horses with a can of cold lager to watch
harsh sun and later we picked up some dates andthe sun go down and the colours of the desert
huge blocks of ice from a local supermarket.Wechange.Although tents were provided, most of us liked
arrived at the edge of Wadi Rum and the horsesto put our sleeping bags on the rocks or just on the
were waiting for us. I looked at them nervouslylovely soft sand. I stayed on my high rocky ledge and
wondering which one would be mine and hoping itlay there watching the bright stars shooting across the
would be very quiet. The tack was a curious affair ofsky and feeling completely at one with the mysterious
blankets and pads covered in fabric your Grandmothernature of Wadi Rum.At the end of the second trip I
once had on her settee, plus the saddle and a verysadly said goodbye to my horse and the crew at the
basic bridle. We were told to sit with legs well forwardedge of the desert. We were taken by minibus to our
and reins held high in one hand. The horses respondedluxury five star Hotel in Petra near to the famous
to body movement and very light neck reining. TheyNabatean city. I strode into the reception area with its
jogged in the gait typical of their breed, which took a bitmarble floors and Persian rugs, feeling hot and sweaty
of getting used to. My mare was very quiet and didn'tand covered in red dust. The staff did not bat an
jog but liked to roll in the soft sand without any warning.eyelid. That night I rolled over and fell out of my king
When we had got used to our horses and the style ofsize bed because I had got so used to sleeping on the
riding, we quickened the pace. Just a shake of theground.The next morning a guided tour of Petra had
reins and we were cantering fast across the desertbeen arranged for us. I spent the whole day there and
floor, weaving in and out of the desert broom bushes.then realized I was late for an appointment at the
It was exhilarating.famous Brooke Animal Hospital, near the entrance.
My horsemanship fears soon disappeared and by theThere was no time to walk so I hired a camel and
end of the week, I had progressed from my quiettrotted fast through the ancient city with the owner
mare to one of the liveliest horses on the trip.Each dayrunning behind me. When the camel reached the
was different as we rode around the desert throughTreasury I had to leave it but was then given a horse
deep red rock canyons and ascended the airy heightsto ride at top speed to the hospital. I just made it in
of enormous rippled dunes. We stood on the verytime to have a tour with the Head Vet and give a
edge and marveled at the scenery below. We sawdonation to the charity. Indiana Jones eat your heart
the Seven Pillars of Wisdom made famous by T.Eout!The next day a few of us hired a car and driver
Lawrence; we found secret water springs used onlyand were taken down to the famous port of Aqaba
by the Bedouin; we passed camel trains and goaton the Red Sea. It has one of the finest corral reefs in
herders; we saw rock paintings thousands of yearsthe world and we spent our last day, before the flight
old. Only very occasionally did we see tourists buthome, snorkeling and relaxing on the beach. It was a
most of the time we were on our own. The horsesfitting end to a fantastic holiday.My riding trip to Jordan
were game and lively and gave the whole journey awas over but will never be forgotten. And hopefully,
sense of gaiety. When we came to a stretch of flatthere will always be another adventure waiting for me
desert, we galloped all together in one long row, oneout there in the desert.Visit Jordan with Equitour
arm raised like Arab warriors charging.Once we spiedWorldwide Riding Holidays once and you will be
a Bedouin tent complete with Toyota and camels inenchanted. Visit a second time and you will be
the distance. One of the crew phoned the sheik on hiswelcomed like an old friend.
mobile and we were invited over for coffee in his tent.