Jordan - Wadi Rum

If you have a romantic heart and an adventurousthe sheik on his mobile and we were invited over for
spirit, then you have to ride an Arab horse acrosscoffee in his tent. We asked if we could meet the
the desert of Wadi Rum at least once in yourwomen of the tribe and the female riders only were
lifetime.allowed into their separate part of the tent. We
Wadi Rum, in the far south of Jordan, is also knowncommunicated with the women in sign language and
as Valley of the Moon. It is an enchanting placeby drawing pictures and realized that we had the
where massive rocky outcrops rise majestically outsame wants and needs whatever culture we come
of the desert floor. The rocks have the appearancefrom. I felt that we had witnessed something very
of melting chocolate and the colours in the sandstonespecial that the normal tourist doesn't usually see.
are like a muted earthy rainbow. It is a landscape likeAt the end of each long day in the saddle, when we
no other.were tired and hungry, the cook and crew had
I have ridden twice now in Wadi Rum with Equitouralready set up camp. I was always amazed by the
Worldwide Riding Holidays Both trips were spectacularplaces they found for us to spend the night. The
and different. I met old friends and made new. Thatcrew consisted of a very good cook and assistant,
is the wonderful thing about horses - they bringhorse handlers, maybe a local vet and drivers. There
people together who enjoy a challenge whateverwere normally about two or three 4WD pickup
their age.trucks, which carried food and water for the horses,
Initially I was anxious about my riding ability andfor the riders and also all our bags and camping
crossing the sort of terrain described in the brochure.equipment. They stayed discreetly out of the way
I remember on the first trip, the briefing session waswhen we were riding unless needed for water etc
held in a fabulous Bedouin style restaurant in theand they went on ahead to find resting places and
capital Amman. I thought that I was the mostovernight campsites. Sometimes a rider decided a
inexperienced rider of the whole group and askedrest was needed and so swopped their horse for a
Ishmael, who owns the local tour company out there,seat in one of the trucks.
to make sure that I had a very quiet horse.Camping was the most wonderful fun and I was
The next day we left Amman and set off in a minisurprised at how everyone forgot about their
bus down the Desert Highway, which is the maincomplex lives at home and wanted to stay in the
motorway through Jordan, from Syria to Saudidesert forever with few or little possessions. We
Arabia. The journey was full of sights new to ourwere fed ample freshly cooked food that was
Western eyes. We passed convoys of colourfuldelicious and wine, beer and soft drinks were
trucks transporting goods to Saudi and at the side ofprovided. We all sat around the fire exchanging
the highway in the scrubby desert were smallstories and learning about the Bedouin way of life.
settlements of concrete very basic single storeyWe heard the men singing love songs to the horses
dwellings. We could see children running aroundto keep them calm. One night, members of a local
amongst the goats and donkeys and camels. Wetribe visited us and we had a really enjoyable and
passed a local farmer with a camel sitting calmly inspontaneous evening. We found the Bedouins to be
the back of his 4WD Pickup. Our driver waved toa very proud and hospitable race with a great sense
him and he pulled in at the side of the road for usof humour.
take photos of his strange and unconcernedOn each trip, the crew made us a makeshift shower
passenger. We stopped at a roadside tourist shop toso everyone could have a thorough wash. I
buy typical Arab scarves known as kufeyyas, whichremember how wonderful it was to feel clean and
would prove indispensable against the harsh sun andrefreshed. I sat on a high rocky ledge above the
later we picked up some dates and huge blocks ofhorses with a can of cold lager to watch the sun go
ice from a local supermarket.down and the colours of the desert change.
We arrived at the edge of Wadi Rum and the horsesAlthough tents were provided, most of us liked to
were waiting for us. I looked at them nervouslyput our sleeping bags on the rocks or just on the
wondering which one would be mine and hoping itlovely soft sand. I stayed on my high rocky ledge
would be very quiet. The tack was a curious affair ofand lay there watching the bright stars shooting
blankets and pads covered in fabric youracross the sky and feeling completely at one with
Grandmother once had on her settee, plus the saddlethe mysterious nature of Wadi Rum.
and a very basic bridle. We were told to sit with legsAt the end of the second trip I sadly said goodbye
well forward and reins held high in one hand. Theto my horse and the crew at the edge of the
horses responded to body movement and very lightdesert. We were taken by minibus to our luxury five
neck reining. They jogged in the gait typical of theirstar Hotel in Petra near to the famous Nabatean city.
breed, which took a bit of getting used to. My mareI strode into the reception area with its marble floors
was very quiet and didn't jog but liked to roll in theand Persian rugs, feeling hot and sweaty and
soft sand without any warning. When we had gotcovered in red dust. The staff did not bat an eyelid.
used to our horses and the style of riding, weThat night I rolled over and fell out of my king size
quickened the pace. Just a shake of the reins and webed because I had got so used to sleeping on the
were cantering fast across the desert floor, weavingground.
in and out of the desert broom bushes. It wasThe next morning a guided tour of Petra had been
exhilarating.arranged for us. I spent the whole day there and
My horsemanship fears soon disappeared and by thethen realized I was late for an appointment at the
end of the week, I had progressed from my quietfamous Brooke Animal Hospital, near the entrance.
mare to one of the liveliest horses on the trip.There was no time to walk so I hired a camel and
Each day was different as we rode around thetrotted fast through the ancient city with the owner
desert through deep red rock canyons and ascendedrunning behind me. When the camel reached the
the airy heights of enormous rippled dunes. We stoodTreasury I had to leave it but was then given a
on the very edge and marveled at the sceneryhorse to ride at top speed to the hospital. I just
below. We saw the Seven Pillars of Wisdom mademade it in time to have a tour with the Head Vet
famous by T.E Lawrence; we found secret waterand give a donation to the charity. Indiana Jones eat
springs used only by the Bedouin; we passed camelyour heart out!
trains and goat herders; we saw rock paintingsThe next day a few of us hired a car and driver and
thousands of years old. Only very occasionally did wewere taken down to the famous port of Aqaba on
see tourists but most of the time we were on ourthe Red Sea. It has one of the finest corral reefs in
own. The horses were game and lively and gave thethe world and we spent our last day, before the
whole journey a sense of gaiety. When we came toflight home, snorkeling and relaxing on the beach. It
a stretch of flat desert, we galloped all together inwas a fitting end to a fantastic holiday.
one long row, one arm raised like Arab warriorsMy riding trip to Jordan was over but will never be
charging.forgotten. And hopefully, there will always be another
Once we spied a Bedouin tent complete with Toyotaadventure waiting for me out there in the desert.
and camels in the distance. One of the crew phoned