“Hey Bahrain!” the Jordanian cowboy called out as he waved me down. “You want your horse ride today? It’s free, part of your ticket.”
“Sorry,” I told him. 563 more words
“In all the years the Bedouin lived in Petra there was not one foreign casualty in the area …” wrote Marguerite.
“But in the years after we moved, several people lost their lives, simply because no one was around to tell them which was the correct path, or to hear them calling when night fell and they lost their way, or even to notice which way they went – so that when they were missed and a search was initiated, no one knew in which direction to look and they found them too late.” – from… 406 more words