Thomas and I slid back down on our bottoms, much to his delight and my dismay when I realised I was dragging my camera, lens cap off and now lost, behind us through the sand. Oh criminy.
Our next stop was a wall of ancient hunting petroglyphs that delighted me ( see photo below), including a handprint, a mystical seeming snake, hunters with spears and animals. Then we visited an ingenious water gathering system that had been created to channel rainwater along the rocks into a well. It was very interesting, and also had us holding the children far back for fear of never seeing them again. Even Audi was helping us keep them back and safe, so ominious was the large hole that seemed to go down into the rocks forever. Thomas loved getting an echo and he and Bethy whooped and hollered as we clung onto them.
Regardless, Audi carefully removed my hat and crowned me with a string of black and red beads so that it encircled my head, a tassel hanging down next to my face. I tried to ask him what the beads signified, but the closest we could get to understanding was that he agreed they meant friendship. Happily assured that we weren't engaged or something, I clambered back into the truck where Thomas was collapsing into sleep whenever the truck was in motion, his little face red and his curls all tousled. Bethy was exulting in the air blowing her hair all over from the motion of the truck.
Then we traded desert camping life for the highway, and headed south to Aqaba.