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In Jordan's desert, a blockbuster adventure worthy of Hollywood

Wadi Rum, a star destination in Jordan, is a star on film as well. It's where The Rise of Skywalker, The Martian and Lawrence of Arabia were shot

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Bedouin camping tents set up at the base of cliffs in the Wadi Rum desert. The valley offers a chance for tourists to experience the traditional culture of southern Jordan.

IN A trailer for The Rise of Skywalker, the Star Wars movie that opens later this month, we see Rey racing across a desert landscape, light sabre in hand, trying to outrun a spacecraft.

The landscape looked familiar to me, and for good reason: I had visited this dramatic desert on vacation in Jordan. Wadi Rum is just four hours south of Amman.

After a long, flat and mostly mediocre drive on the Desert Highway, you will arrive at the crest of a hill to behold this remarkable site, also called the Valley of the Moon. It feels like you've landed on another planet.

Petra is widely known as the crown jewel of Jordan, but for adventure seekers, Wadi Rum is the star.

From the enormous red, pink and brown sandstone cliffs rising up out of the sandy desert floor, it's readily apparent why this place has earned starring roles as Mars in 2015's The Martian; as the fictional city of Agrabah in 2019's Aladdin; and, of course, as the fictional planet Pasaana for the final Skywalker instalment.

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As far back as Lawrence of Arabia in 1962, filmmakers have flocked to this site for its magnificent scenery. For tourists, Wadi Rum also offers a chance to experience the traditional Bedouin culture of southern Jordan.

Jordan is famous for its wadis - valleys carved by water - most of which are canyons that provide great hiking and an escape from the sun.

Wadi Rum is vast, the largest in Jordan, taking up 725 sq km, nearly the area of New York City, and extending south to Jordan's border with Saudi Arabia.

Day-trippers can spend a few hours taking a jeep ride through it with stops to hike and scramble over rocks along the way. But it is the experience of staying in one of the many Bedouin-run camps that is truly unforgettable.

In planning our November visit, we were overwhelmed with the number of options for camps and were tempted by the fancy biodome-style camps (some with air-conditioning and hot tubs) that have sprung up in Wadi Rum in recent years.

We would later learn that the locals do not look kindly on these establishments, as they are not locally-owned. Ultimately, we opted for a traditional camp, aptly named Wadi Rum Bedouin Camp.

Once we had made our reservation, the owner, Mohammed, e-mailed us instructions to arrive at the Rum Village Rest Stop by 2pm. There, we would meet our guide for a jeep tour of desert highlights before heading to the camp for the evening.

A row of four-wheel-drive pickup trucks were waiting at the entrance to the rest stop. We slowed to a stop and spoke to the first driver we saw. "We're here for Bedouin camp," we said cautiously.

"Yes, I'm Mohammed's cousin. He told me to come meet you. Come with me." Carrying only what we needed for the day and overnight, the six of us climbed into the back of the truck, which was outfitted with a shade cover, ready to explore.

Our driver wore a traditional dishdasha, a long white robe, with a red-and-white scarf, the traditional kaffiyeh, atop his head.

We had purchased similar scarves at a highway rest stop, and it did not take long for us to see how essential they would be in the desert.

A thrilling journey

We would meet many of Mohammed's other relatives during our stay in the camp - the camel herder, the cook and others who popped in and out of camp with various messages and supplies.

These extended Bedouin families all used to live a nomadic life in traditional goat-hair tents within the confines of the Wadi Rum protected area, herding goats and camels.

But as wealth from tourism has spread through the community, many have moved to cement houses in the town of Rum just outside the park boundary. Mr Mohammed later told us there are now just five Bedouin families still living the traditional lifestyle in the desert.

We commenced our bumpy drive into the desert, and were all soon reaching for the grab bars and pulling out our scarves to keep errant hair and swirling sand out of our eyes.

It's an exhilarating drive, and the kids in our group were certain they'd just boarded the best amusement park ride ever.

We had time to properly adjust our scarves at the first stop on our tour - the Lawrence Spring, where today's Wadi Rum camels rest and replenish their reserves with the spring water.

Next, we were driven to a narrow gorge, where we ascended a few sandstone steps and entered a cramped passageway where ancient Nabatean inscriptions dating back more than 12,000 years are well-preserved on the canyon walls.

These symbols and images of animals and humans are thought to be evidence of one of the earliest alphabets.

From there, we began the heart-pumping stage of the tour. We drove down to the base of a gigantic red sand dune dotted with a mix of children running to the top and adults slogging through the sand.

At varying speeds, our group eventually made it to the top. There, we were rewarded with a magnificent 360-degree vista.

Our next stop was hyped as a must-have photo op: a natural rock bridge with an ascent that provided another adrenaline boost. Our guide scampered up the slippery slope of rock effortlessly with the children, as the adults in our group ascended on hands and feet, certain we were about to slide to our deaths.

The remainder of the tour was, thankfully, passive sightseeing - with the exception of one final treat for the kids.

Turning around, our driver did a quick visual assessment of our group and made the executive decision that we might enjoy a little drag racing with another guide.

He was only half right. The children giggled with glee, bouncing around in the back of the pickup, but the moms screamed in a mix of horror and delight.

An enchanting night

Soon, we arrived at the camp and were shown to our tent. Our host proudly pointed out the thick cotton quilts made by his mother and then guided us to the recently upgraded bathrooms.

Showers were available, but upon learning that water must be trucked to the camp daily, we decided to pass.

We joined the other guests in the central dining tent, where we had traditional Bedouin tea with local herbs (sage, thyme and rosemary) and a healthy dose of sugar. After, we were encouraged to climb up the cliffs behind the camp to view the sunset.

Ooohs and ahhhs echoed as the desert took on the rich hues of the setting sun. The sky was filled with opaque pinks, reds and oranges as the light reflected off the dust in the desert air, before the sun finally sank beneath the horizon.

We clambered back down to the camp for dinner and gathered in a circle as the cook and his helper dug in the sand to reveal a large pot.

After carefully clearing away the sand, they pulled out a traditional meal of zarb - lamb, vegetables and rice - that had been cooked underground, Bedouin-style. We ate this along with Middle Eastern mezze (hummus, olives and eggplant dip) and salads.

Tired and with full bellies after a long day, we headed back to our tents. But the desert had a bonus in store for us: the night sky, glittering with seemingly tens of thousands of stars.

In my most remote travels away from the light pollution of cities, I've never seen such a sight - a perfect way to end our visit to this magical landscape.

The next morning, we were in for another surprise. At breakfast, we were startled to hear deep grunts, which turned out to be camels waiting to take us back to our car.

Once we were safely mounted, the slow walk back to town was the perfect way to take in the last glimpses of Wadi Rum. WP

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