A night in the desert

It’s been over 7 months now since I spent a night in the desert in Jordan.

At the end of a week’s reportage, accompanying musician friends who were bringing music to the refugees in Jordan, this was a very spontaneous escapade.

We had been traveling daily out of Amman, under UNHCR escort, to various refugee camps and host communities, meeting incredible people, refugees and carers.

But we weren’t going to leave Jordan without also seeing some of its famous sites, and on our way to Petra, we raced with the sun to arrive in time for the sunset in Wadi Rum.

Nothing had prepared us for such a contrast, the beauty and silence of that night under the stars after the daily proximity to such human drama, by the Syrian border.

 

A the gates of Wadi Rum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunrise