Dune

When I think back to our time in the Wadi Rum desert, I think not of the sand, or the rocks, or the other formations that make it what it is. I also think not of the Bedouin guide who drove us around, and made us dinner and tea on a fire in his cave where we later slept.

I think instead of how we had all of the best intentions of gliding through such a location ourselves. No maps, no guide, just a car full of camera gear, water and food (not such much of the latter two) and the hopes of capturing something beautiful.

We stood, or rather parked, on the edge of Wadi Rum village, and on the edge of epicness.

Momentarily we paused, as we looked out to the vast expanse of desert ahead. I glanced down at the GPS to see where we were, and to see that there we no real roads where we were going. And then we were off.

Time is different in the desert. It’s sometimes hard to know if a minute has passed, or an hour.

A second is still the same though, and it took about three of them before we were sitting deep in sand, our wheels moving, but nothing happening other than digging ourselves deeper and deeper into the hole we were in.

If ever in the Wadi Rum desert, don’t try and take a two wheel drive vehicle with you. Make sure it’s a proper 4×4.

Fun times.

  • Camera: NEX-7
  • Focal length: 16mm
  • ISO: 100
  • Shutter speed: 1/60s