Travel to foreign and exotic places opens my eyes and reminds me of other realities unlike my own.
1/Cold nights in a Bedouin tent, smoking and drinking with the natives.
On the left our bodyguard, whose presence allowed us entry into the most unlikely places, safely. Mike on the right was a minister in a small mid-western town, sent on a missionary journey by his family and congregation with no return date projected. He had never tasted alcohol and couldn’t wrap his head around two American women in Jordan, he had to sit when we told him we were bellydancers.
3/No name mercenary. Translated by our bodyguard about the “arms deal” being made around the camp fire. We gladly shared our alcohol, but kept our charms hidden.
Photos purposely kept raw and untouched…
Note to self, this was almost a year to the day that we had departed from Egypt on the eve of Arab Spring, highlights of news were reports of Mubarak’s trial.