It’s a state of mind.
Believe it or not, we weren’t the only crazy tourists choosing to spend a whole day and night in Wadi Rum in August. Despite temperatures above 100 degrees Fahrenheit, our large Bedouin camp was fully booked.
The Nabataeans had no way of knowing that Petra’s greatest glory lay far in the future, when it would become a major tourist destination.
We could have traveled to Petra by zipping down Jordan’s modern Desert Highway. Instead we took the slower, scenic route.
Our Middle East journey began in Amman, the capital of Jordan and home to almost half of the country’s more than 10 million inhabitants.
Allow me to introduce you to a few of the faces of Chile’s capital city. Santiago is home to 7 million peeps, so there are plenty of faces to be seen.
Sadly, we’re long gone from the Galapagos. But it’s a place of such unique beauty that visions of the islands keep coming back to us, in our thoughts and conversations. Sometimes even in our dreams.
Dusk was settling over Quito’s Old Town. It was time to head back to our hotel. We had chosen lodging near the airport, in a small town called Pifo that few of the city’s cab drivers are apparently familiar with.
The Galapagos Islands are one of those remote places that words alone can’t really do justice to.
Why spend time in Cuzco at all? Why not hightail it back to Lima and nibble on some ceviche at sea-level, where God surely intended all people to live?
No one knows why the Incas built Machu Picchu in the first place, at the height of their power, or what the heck they did up there.
To be fair, the left side of the road isn’t really the wrong side. It’s an arbitrary choice, I think. I just don’t understand why the motoring world didn’t get together a long time ago and pick one side or the other.