Living in New York all my life (mostly in a cookie cutter suburban neighborhood, and more recently in the city), the landscape doesn’t change much. Yes, some streets are more crowded than others, and obviously suburbia isn’t so much the concrete jungle, but they are relatively the same. Paved roads, shops, large buildings, bakeries, stop signs and traffic lights, etc. You get the picture and you all know exactly what I mean.
Looking out the bus window while heading to the desert, (where we would be riding camels), was something I had never laid eyes on before. There was nothing out there. Nothing out there at all. No cars, no streets, heck, even no people. Hardly any movement at all. Just the occasional sway from a bush from the light wind. It looked so peaceful and quiet. All I could make out was a teeny tiny settlement in the distance.
“I could get used to this for a little while,” I instantly thought. Getting away from all the hustle and bustle of big city life is what I feel almost everyone needs every now and then. And smack dab in the middle of the desert? Certainly feels like a way to get away from it all.
I should have expected this. I knew we were going deep into the desert, and I don’t know why I was so surprised when I could hardly see anything in the distance.
This rocky desert was gorgeous. A collage of brown, orange, rocky, and dusty mountains, interrupted by dry riverbeds and deep craters. Never have I appreciated nature this much before.
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