A day at the lodge

It's Thursday and I spend the morning with the staff. There is a problem with the scanner so I fix it. People are not very familiar with computers around here.  Around four I go on the sunset hike. I've already done this hike a couple of times but it gives me the opportunity to chat with the guides. There are seven visitors. I chat with a lady from Australia and her mate, not sure where he is from. Then I chat with a couple from Portland Oregon. They are with their daughter who lives in Amman. The daugter speaks some Arabic. I ask where she picked up the Arabic and she says she studied in Morocco in Fez. She explains that Moroccan Arabic, Darija, is different so she is still learning the local Arabic. So I talk to her in Darija. Her Darija is pretty good. She can carry a full conversation without a problem. She is happy to be able to practice her Darija. It feels weird speaking Darija with someone from Oregon in Feynan. Then again this is a unique place.
We are at sunset point. I have noticed that sunset has become part of the local vocabulary.  Even the older folks refer to it as such. The visitors are free to explore. There are a couple of short hikes. The guide and I stay behind. The guide makes a fire to prepare the tea.
The views from here are spectacular.
The sun sets towards the south south west.
It is quite red today.
The steamy sky gently floats on the horizon as it sinks lower.
To my right is the dry river bed now gently sleeping, quite.
The deep cut in the sandstone tells a different story, of violent flash floods ripping the walls of the shallow canyon mercilessly carrying with them whatever cannot hold on for dear life.
The color reddish but peaceful.
To the left, first a small rocky reddish hill.
The visitors have already reached the top.
Beyond is a dark green hill.
It has no vegetation despite the deceiving color it is presenting.
I am wrapped in this valley, a part of nothing.
The sun has set. I finish my second cup of tea. I want to be alone. I tell the guide I am going to the mosque, proper name Masjid.  I will meet him as he comes down with the visitors. There are only a few men at the Masjid. The Imam is out of town. I am asked to lead the prayers. As I am leaving a young boy, who I met earlier invites me for tea. We go to his family's tent. The same folks we had dinner with last night.
The tent is open the length of one side and divided into quarters, sitting room for men, one for women ect. In the middle of the men's sitting room there is a small fire, made from dead branches, since cutting live trees is not alowed in the reserve. This fire is used to make tea and to keep the tent warm at night. A fresh pot of tea is on the fire. It takes a while for the tea to boil. Finally we have tea. After a couple of glasses I get up to leave. I am told dinner is almost ready and I should stay. We have zukini stuffed with rice and meat I think. It is dark and the gas lamp is behind me so I can't see well.
Afte dinner we leave. I have a flashlight, but the guy I am with says he does not need a flashlight. So I turn off the flashlight. We walk in the dark. As we approach the lodge the pathway is lit up with candles.