We hit the road again, heading farther south to the town of Shobak to stay at Jaya Camp, run by a local Bedouin family.
We started by walking into town because we were told there was a fun shop of trinkets to visit. The clouds looked threatening when we started our short trek and soon let loose. We ducked into a small cave to escape the drenching downpour and hail. When it stopped a few minutes later, we walked the extra minute to the store. Across the street was the world’s smallest hotel, a VW bug with a bed shoved inside. On our way back the sky let loose again (I think it was waiting for us) so we ducked inside another cave.
We gathered inside a common tent where it was dry. We learned about grinding grain and coffee. The grain was turned into flour and baked into flatbread. Dipped in olive oil and zaatar, the warm bread tasted wonderful. We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing inside the tent, enjoying each other’s company, and playing games.
The next morning after breakfast we explored the nearby Crusader castle before hopping on the bus to continue farther south to Wadi Rum…
