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.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petra Check this link out for the historical significance dating back to biblical times. Check out these photos which can give you an idea of its majestic proportions. These are taken on a brisk January day, where the wind was cool and the sun hot. Just a day after our arrival from Istanbul, where we were met with snow flurries, electrical outages in the Grand Bazaar and a hammam in a 15th century bath house, Petra offered us a respite of sorts. It is enough to take your breath away in delight and fascination, that something so big and grand in proportions, advanced in design could be remaining from so long ago. Outside the entrance to Petra, is a hotel formed out of rock, to complement the site. Appropriately named, “the Cave” is it’s nightclub. Where you can smoke nargeely with the local Bedouins, enjoy a traditional mezza, drink alcohol, (which is a challenge to come by FYI) and dance rap and shaabi infused debke! What are two semi retired belly dancers, one who has brain cancer, the other who chronically burns the candle at both ends doing in Jordan? It just seemed like the thing to do! It is one of the seven wonders of the world after all. Sateen.
November 2012 Plumeria
There’s Something about it I Love…
I’m talking Waikiki..I love it in the summer, when it’s but to bellybutton crowded and I love it in the winter when it’s filled with rainstorms, jellyfish and rainbows.
Maybe, it’s because I spent some of my childhood there and have some very lighthearted and fun memories of hula dance, tether-ball and Nancy’s Kitchen at Ala Moana. Maybe, it’s because particles of my Mother’s bones stuck to my face as my sister and I scattered her ashes in the sea there….Maybe it’s because I recognize my sister’s gait in this picture of my Father as he tries to dance with the hula dancer at Waikiki.
Maybe it’s because I am always able to connect again with my long time lover….a man that because of our lifestyle choices, we are not able to wake up side by side very often…
Waikiki from Diamond Head 11/2012
Maybe it’s because I can reconnect again with nature’s clock…rising with the sun and witnessing the sunset in all her glory…
There’s just something about it I love…..November 2012
Dad dancing at Waikiki 1961 RIP Dad
In the local tradition, scattering of the ashes, followed by flowers…2004 RIP Momma