Our time in the desert ended with a 5am wake up call. For Jason's birthday I was giving him a hot air balloon ride over the desert and that meant an early start. The sky when we woke up was amazing. The nearest lights were hundreds of kilometres away, the moon had set and there was not a hint of dawn. The night sky was filled with stars and the Milky Way shone above us. Unfortunately when we got to the balloon the pilot decided it was too windy to fly.
After some consideration we decided to stay at the horrendously overpriced hotel, Bait Ali Lodge, from where the balloon trip left and try again the next day. Unfortunately the next day the weather was even worse so we won't be doing the hot air balloon ride, and I have to find another present for Jason.
During our day at Bait Ali we met a lovely family from Copenhagen who were also planning on doing the balloon trip and then heading to Aqaba. The father, Peter, was great fun and generously offered us a lift for Aqaba. In truth I think he wanted the company as his two teenage children stuck ear phones on as soon as they got in the car and refused to talk to him. He was very well travelled and we had great discussions about various places in the world. When discussing Tasmania he mentioned he had a friend, Mary, from there who was always saying great things about it. Later in the conversation it turned out that this friend was actually the princess!
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