I awoke in a canvas tent surrounded by sand but the call to prayer that woke me was very different from the one that I was used to. Bouncing back and forth on the canyon walls that lined the valley, the lyrics quickly became an eerie jumble of sound and music. I had finally escaped the siren song of Dahab, Egypt and was now hearing the siren song of Jordan.
I unzipped the tent, wiped my eyes with my fists, and looked around. Sculpted 2000 ft high sandstone cliffs randomly sprouting out of the desert. And sand. Sand as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.