I thought I would spend my last day in Petra either smiling or crying. But it was neither. Much like Bedouin life, my last day was just like any other day. There was breakfast to be made, blankets to put out in the sun, and supplies needed in the village. The only difference was that I had my bag with me, and I needed to go one village further to get on a bus. Bedouin life is interesting. It moves and flows from day to day, yet stays static at the same time. There are no new restaurants opening up to look forward to, no TV programs to be excited for the next episode... just each day and the work to be done. Collecting firewood, finding food for the animals, cleaning up the endless sand from the caves. Each day rolling into the next, never seeming to change. And life there will continue. It will roll onto the next day and the next week. So similar and so removed that perhaps it has been a few days or a few months since I was there. No use of asking what has been going on since I was gone.. perhaps a birth of an animal or a flood, but the same news that is always the news. When I go back, things will be exactly as they were before. Maybe a new cave will be cleaned out and moved into, or maybe everything will just be as before. As it has been for centuries. But that is the magic of the Bedouins.
My images of Jordan are not over.. I have handfuls I would like to edit and post. So I will continue to show images of my Middle East travels and of my upcoming adventures. As Jack Kerouac said..
“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
[image taken in Petra, Jordan on my drive to the bus to leave the country and return to America]