Our last day in Wadi Rum included a drizzly morning and a 3 hr. ride to bring the horses back to Wadi Rum village so they could travel home by truck from there on.
What we thought was a leisurely ride turned out to be quite an effort. All the horses somehow knew that this was our last day and that they were going home. They did not want to walk anymore, but dance around impatiently.
Once we returned to their stables in Wadi Rum village, we said good bye to them, their riders even fond of the difficult ones by then.
We were invited to a nice cold lunch at the brother of our camp owner. We were lucky that the riding was finished as it started to rain now in earnest.
We loaded our luggage into two cars and set out for Aqaba where all of the French folks were scheduled to have a PCR test late afternoon. When we arrived at our hotel in Aqaba we were surprised to lear that the doctor was already waiting to take all the tests. A very good organization.
All of us were craving hot showers and a good hair wash before heading out to discover the souk of Aqaba.
It was still daylight, when a smaller group of us set out to do some souvenir and spice shopping. We sampled the most delicious freshly cooked Falafel and shopped in a great bakery for sweet desserts.
We wandered through stands with fresh spices, fruit and vegetables as well as gristly looking butcher shops where sheeps heads were offered wrapped in cling film.
This was out last evening together as a group and we had gotten to know each other really well. It was fun to talk so much French again, even though our brains were fried at times switching between German, English and French all the time.
