After chilling at the pool all afternoon, we showered, picked up our bags and it was time to head to our next destination. We asked our airport taxi driver if he knew anyone that could take us to Wadi Rum, and luckily enough he did!
The Dead Sea to Wadi Rum
We were picked up at 5pm by a local Jordanian man who drove us over 4 hours to Wadi Rum. It was certainly an unforgettable trip, driving along the dark, unlit coastline. There were huge, frequent speed bumps, which our driver didn’t slow down for. In his words ‘we fly again’ - my heart couldn’t take much more. To top it off, we suddenly had to emergency brake as a family of wild camels stepped out in front of us. I’d had enough at this point. I slept for the rest of the journey.
We finally arrived at the Wadi Rum Visitors Center (basically a car park in the desert), where we were greeted by two Bedouins. For those unsure of the term - Bedouins are groups of nomadic Arab people, who live in the deserts of North Africa, the Arabian Peninsula, Iraq and the Levant. They are interesting characters and they certainly don’t know how to drive slowly over sand dunes. With music blasting from their laptop, we were huddled in the back of the truck - following a non-existent track. After a very bumpy 15 minutes, we arrived at the Wadi Rum Night Luxury Camp.