It is difficult to convey the sense of vacuum that every Trek member must have felt on returning from a month in the desert to a “normality” absorbed by the run-of-the-mill responsibilities of life.

Waking up at the last camp felt strange for a number of reasons. The first was… it ends today. 

We had broken the back of Lawrence's path to Aqaba, and waking up alongside one of the towering stone pillars of Wadi Rum was our reward.

Worthy of its own page!!

The ride from Jafr to Ma'an would be an easy one. The terrain was flat, but interspersed with “babies-heads”. We could see the Hejaz Mountains in the distance, and we knew we'd have to cross them the following day.