“Khaled doesn’t like sleeping with wife,” Khaled mumbled in the middle of the night.
“Khaled cold,” he mumbled again and again.
Soon he was snuggled up against me. Things quickly went from bad to worse and I’ll just say he gave a new meaning to Bedouin hospitality.
For reasons I won’t get into, at 4 a.m. it took me just a few minutes to pack up and hit the trail. For the next hour and a half before it got light, I struggled down into the wadi in complete darkness with no trail towards Tur Taboun with only my headlamp and GPS to guide me. Let’s just say it was difficult to do this. After hiking back up to the canyon rim, for the rest of the day it was very easy walking on dirt roads, then paved roads into the city of Ais.
Again, the scenery wasn’t much to write about. It was cold, windy, with off and on rain all day long. There was no place to set up a tent that was out of the wind so I had to make it to Ais and either find a hotel or take a bus to a city that had one.
When I got to Ais I was surprised to find a cheap hotel with reasonable quality. It was a great ending for a long, long day.
You can find all my journal entries from hiking the Jordan Trail here: Jordan Trail