Mules waiting for their riders to come down from the Monastery.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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- Reflections
- Urban poetry
- Astronomy Tuesday
- A last look at Wadi Rum
- Sunday bird blogging
- Bubble tents
- Morning in the desert
- Evening view from my tent
- Overnight
- Not the Lawrence Train
- Lawrence House
- Saturday reflections
- Astronomy Tuesday
- Life on Mars, part 2
- Life on Mars
- Plus there were camels
- Tea in the desert
- Petroglyphs
- Um Fruth
- More mountains
- The language of time
- Jebel Rum
- Picnic
- A word about logistics
- Leaving Petra
- Parking lot
- A closer look
- Finally
- Crowstep
- Sometimes the easier way is the better way
- The Urn Tomb
- Meanwhile, back at the Royal Tombs
- Sunday bird blogging
- And beyond the Treasury
- The Treasury
- More gods
- Caves
- One more chorus and fade
- One more chorus
- More rock music
- Rock music
- Where was I?
- The Siq
- I've got a mule, his name is Suzo
- Horses and mules and camels, oh my!
- Petra
- Wadi Musa
- Sunday bird blogging
- Imagine if I had actually spent some time in India
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