I finally did it, I slept with some Jordanian shepherds in their tent. They were young, in their twenties, and I got there about an hour before dark. They offered me a place to stay and showed me their tent. They had a pile of old dirty mattresses and several blankets. When I entered the tent there was an immediate, ferocious attack on my olfactory senses. There was an almost overwhelming smell of sheep, not a pleasant one by any means.
I reluctantly agreed, knowing that my clothes would probably never smell the same again. They built a fire and we sat around it for the next several hours sipping – you guessed it – tea. They also had the she-sha pipe going. They had some Arabic music playing from their smartphones. They would sing along and clap to the music. It was a pleasant and entertaining way to end the day.
As it turned out, it wasn’t a bad night. I slept well. In fact, overpowering the sheep smell was the smell of my stinky shoes and socks!
I will post all my journal entries from the Jordan Trail here: Jordan Trail