What DO you do for four days in the Sinai desert, if you’re an eleven-year-old kid?
You roll down dunes, slide down dunes, swim down dunes, ride stones down dunes, build sandcastles in dunes and run down dunes, yelling “Welcome to Tatooine”…
You scramble up high rocks and leap into the soft, soft sand.
You meet camels, drink gallons of Bedouin tea, and find quartz and fossils in river beds with simply epic echoes.
You go climbing barefoot, smashing soft sandstone rocks in canyons so narrow you can chimney them. After a desert sunset, you watch Venus and Jupiter rise, giving way to a moon that’s bright enough to climb by. Which, of course, you do.
You learn to tie an Arab scarf, to navigate the desert on your own, to find wood in the desert and to build a Bedouin tent.
You hike through a canyon to a palm-fringed oasis, splash in a pool of icy spring water and cuddle a baby goat.
You belt through the desert standing up in the back of a pickup, yelling “Feel the DRIFT! This is GRAND THEFT AUTO, man!”
And, finally, you get your first ever driving lesson from a Bedouin, some of the best off-roaders on earth.