After many villages down the King's highway including Al Karak with its Crusades castle, we asked for directions for one last time, which brought us straight to Mousa. Mousa was very passionate about couch-surfing and had lots of troubles with his "jeep". Like a real Bedouin, he prefers to live alone in the desert without electricity and running water. The moon was bright, fire came and go, tea was heavier sugared like everywhere else, and unlike real Bedouins, we thought it was too cold to sleep outside the tent but we got up bright and early for the sunrise, the sand valleys, the inscriptions and the very beaten tracks.
