Jordan - Wadi Rum

If you have a romantic heart and an adventurousmeet the women of the tribe and the female riders
spirit, then you have to ride an Arab horse acrossonly were allowed into their separate part of the
the desert of Wadi Rum at least once in yourtent. We communicated with the women in sign
lifetime.Wadi Rum, in the far south of Jordan, is alsolanguage and by drawing pictures and realized that
known as Valley of the Moon. It is an enchantingwe had the same wants and needs whatever culture
place where massive rocky outcrops rise majesticallywe come from. I felt that we had witnessed
out of the desert floor. The rocks have thesomething very special that the normal tourist doesn't
appearance of melting chocolate and the colours inusually see.At the end of each long day in the saddle,
the sandstone are like a muted earthy rainbow. It iswhen we were tired and hungry, the cook and crew
a landscape like no other.I have ridden twice now inhad already set up camp. I was always amazed by
Wadi Rum with Equitour Worldwide Riding Holidaysthe places they found for us to spend the night. The
Both trips were spectacular and different. I met oldcrew consisted of a very good cook and assistant,
friends and made new. That is the wonderful thinghorse handlers, maybe a local vet and drivers. There
about horses - they bring people together who enjoywere normally about two or three 4WD pickup
a challenge whatever their age.Initially I was anxioustrucks, which carried food and water for the horses,
about my riding ability and crossing the sort of terrainfor the riders and also all our bags and camping
described in the brochure. I remember on the firstequipment. They stayed discreetly out of the way
trip, the briefing session was held in a fabulouswhen we were riding unless needed for water etc
Bedouin style restaurant in the capital Amman. Iand they went on ahead to find resting places and
thought that I was the most inexperienced rider ofovernight campsites. Sometimes a rider decided a
the whole group and asked Ishmael, who owns therest was needed and so swopped their horse for a
local tour company out there, to make sure that Iseat in one of the trucks.Camping was the most
had a very quiet horse.The next day we left Ammanwonderful fun and I was surprised at how everyone
and set off in a mini bus down the Desert Highway,forgot about their complex lives at home and wanted
which is the main motorway through Jordan, fromto stay in the desert forever with few or little
Syria to Saudi Arabia. The journey was full of sightspossessions. We were fed ample freshly cooked
new to our Western eyes. We passed convoys offood that was delicious and wine, beer and soft
colourful trucks transporting goods to Saudi and atdrinks were provided. We all sat around the fire
the side of the highway in the scrubby desert wereexchanging stories and learning about the Bedouin
small settlements of concrete very basic singleway of life. We heard the men singing love songs to
storey dwellings. We could see children running aroundthe horses to keep them calm. One night, members
amongst the goats and donkeys and camels. Weof a local tribe visited us and we had a really
passed a local farmer with a camel sitting calmly inenjoyable and spontaneous evening. We found the
the back of his 4WD Pickup. Our driver waved toBedouins to be a very proud and hospitable race with
him and he pulled in at the side of the road for usa great sense of humour.On each trip, the crew
take photos of his strange and unconcernedmade us a makeshift shower so everyone could
passenger. We stopped at a roadside tourist shop tohave a thorough wash. I remember how wonderful it
buy typical Arab scarves known as kufeyyas, whichwas to feel clean and refreshed. I sat on a high
would prove indispensable against the harsh sun androcky ledge above the horses with a can of cold
later we picked up some dates and huge blocks oflager to watch the sun go down and the colours of
ice from a local supermarket.We arrived at the edgethe desert change.Although tents were provided,
of Wadi Rum and the horses were waiting for us. Imost of us liked to put our sleeping bags on the
looked at them nervously wondering which onerocks or just on the lovely soft sand. I stayed on my
would be mine and hoping it would be very quiet. Thehigh rocky ledge and lay there watching the bright
tack was a curious affair of blankets and padsstars shooting across the sky and feeling completely
covered in fabric your Grandmother once had on herat one with the mysterious nature of Wadi Rum.At
settee, plus the saddle and a very basic bridle. Wethe end of the second trip I sadly said goodbye to
were told to sit with legs well forward and reins heldmy horse and the crew at the edge of the desert.
high in one hand. The horses responded to bodyWe were taken by minibus to our luxury five star
movement and very light neck reining. They joggedHotel in Petra near to the famous Nabatean city. I
in the gait typical of their breed, which took a bit ofstrode into the reception area with its marble floors
getting used to. My mare was very quiet and didn'tand Persian rugs, feeling hot and sweaty and
jog but liked to roll in the soft sand without anycovered in red dust. The staff did not bat an eyelid.
warning. When we had got used to our horses andThat night I rolled over and fell out of my king size
the style of riding, we quickened the pace. Just abed because I had got so used to sleeping on the
shake of the reins and we were cantering fastground.The next morning a guided tour of Petra had
across the desert floor, weaving in and out of thebeen arranged for us. I spent the whole day there
desert broom bushes. It was exhilarating.and then realized I was late for an appointment at
My horsemanship fears soon disappeared and by thethe famous Brooke Animal Hospital, near the
end of the week, I had progressed from my quietentrance. There was no time to walk so I hired a
mare to one of the liveliest horses on the trip.Eachcamel and trotted fast through the ancient city with
day was different as we rode around the desertthe owner running behind me. When the camel
through deep red rock canyons and ascended thereached the Treasury I had to leave it but was then
airy heights of enormous rippled dunes. We stood ongiven a horse to ride at top speed to the hospital. I
the very edge and marveled at the scenery below.just made it in time to have a tour with the Head
We saw the Seven Pillars of Wisdom made famousVet and give a donation to the charity. Indiana Jones
by T.E Lawrence; we found secret water springseat your heart out!The next day a few of us hired a
used only by the Bedouin; we passed camel trainscar and driver and were taken down to the famous
and goat herders; we saw rock paintings thousandsport of Aqaba on the Red Sea. It has one of the
of years old. Only very occasionally did we seefinest corral reefs in the world and we spent our last
tourists but most of the time we were on our own.day, before the flight home, snorkeling and relaxing
The horses were game and lively and gave theon the beach. It was a fitting end to a fantastic
whole journey a sense of gaiety. When we came toholiday.My riding trip to Jordan was over but will
a stretch of flat desert, we galloped all together innever be forgotten. And hopefully, there will always
one long row, one arm raised like Arab warriorsbe another adventure waiting for me out there in the
charging.Once we spied a Bedouin tent complete withdesert.Visit Jordan with Equitour Worldwide Riding
Toyota and camels in the distance. One of the crewHolidays once and you will be enchanted. Visit a
phoned the sheik on his mobile and we were invitedsecond time and you will be welcomed like an old
over for coffee in his tent. We asked if we couldfriend.