So.. with the addition of Walle, the Bergstrom Safari was really on it's way. 

After a casual Arabic breakfast (the usual Arabic bread, jam, soft cheese, boiled egg and tea) Hasty -our trusty steed- drove us from Amman and the pouring rain to the very south of Jordan.  Wadi Rum is as every bit spectacular as people have claimed.  As we drove into the red and white sandy desert, we became swamped by these huge rock faces of every shape, design and colour contrast.  We chose to nestle beside one giant cliff face and watch the setting of the sun.  Spectacular in the desert within this rock-mountain terrain.

However, as the sun dropped over the horizon, so too did the temperature.  Liza - being the traveller, the international woman of mystery that she is, was accustomed to such overnight temperatures in the Middle East.  Dad and Walle, on the otherhand froze their bits off.  (Ha - this would have to be the first time an Australian has ever faired better than 2 Swedes in the cold - nevermind the fact that I had on my thick woolen socks, thermal underwear, polartec jacket and a beanie / took / moesa.)

After such a serene night in Wadi Rum, we then did some four-wheel-driving around the Wadi Rum region and exhausted not only ourselves but poor little Hasty.   Exhuastion, however, was not to defeat the travelling trio.  There were, afterall, things to do, places to go, people to see.  So onwards to Petra we went.

Having been to Petra before (with Mum last year), I left Dad and Walle to begin their eye-opening exploration of Petra.  This 3rd centry BC city was inhabited by the Nabataenans who carved their homes, stables, temples, tombs - a whole city - from the colourful rose-stone mountains.

Of course, after 2 days of walking and climbing lots of kilometers each day - Dad and Walle were then truely exhausted.  Liza was also beginning to feel exhaustion set in - afterall, there really is only so many times one can see the funny side of being asked if I was married, will I marry them, can I take them with me to Australia etc etc.  My usual answer of compliance - 'Yes, I'm married, no I don't have any children' wasn't working it's magic as it once did.

So - off to find some magic elsewhere... Dana, a 14th Century tiny tiny stone-village clinging to the cliff face of Dana Nature Reserve...