Back in the Jebelya, facing Urdun

We then got a breakfast in a cafe hidden in the rocks surrounding Al Ula and hit the road north.
Enjoying the mountains around Prince MBS Royal Reserve, going down to Wadi Disah... At 1600 m, 32 °C truly are refreshing, and we surf through empty single lane roads cutting rough and honest bedouin lands. Then, Kismet starts sputtering again... Come on, girl, honestly? What's the problem now? She does have compression - Is it the altitude? 1600 m should be fine.... Or is it dirt in the carbs? Please, hold on till Aqaba. In the end, our iron horses have all right to be tired. Please, just a couple more km...

Eventually, we come down from the mountains, towards the Gulf of Aqaba, and the colour of the sky and the smell in the air changes.
We had that vision to eat Kusheri, that traditional cheap meal consisting of chickpeas and rice, overlooking the sea to the opposite coast where our past selves look at us with a smile - but our plan is intersected: The NEOM project, this planned futuristic mega city, so far brought confusing and empty highways and abandoned towns. To make space, the Huweitat people who lived here had been kicked out - in part violently - so no restaurant could serve us Kusheri at the coast (let's see where this all is leading to).

No Kusheri, so we left the NEOM project behind us, camped one last night in the mountains - and rolled down to Aqaba in the morning...Baca lagi