![]() ![]() ![]() Lawrence on the road to Aqaba, as part of a journey that started from the Dead Sea, to the beautiful Wadi Rum desert and will end up at the ancient trading city of Petra. It seems to set the right mood for the day-one of curiosity and exploration, and irregular by any measure. Tasked with choosing our playlist, Parcak decides on Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade, performed by the Boston Symphony Orchestra. ![]() But it’s soon clear that Parcak’s pre-coffee cognitive state is already far ahead of the majority of us. “I’m prefacing our conversation by warning you everything I say is pre-coffee,” she says. As I sit behind the wheel, archaeologist Sarah Parcak hops into the passenger’s seat. Despite the bright LED lights of our fleet SUVs, an observatory’s worth of glowing stars remain visible above, shining down in the pre-dawn desert. It’s early morning in Jordan’s Wadi Rum and we’re loading our gear into the fleet of Infiniti QX80s, backed by only the sounds coming from doors opening and closing shut, and feet shuffling silently in the red sand. ![]()
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