Spend a night in a Bedouin desert camp, where you’ll discover the solitary world and the solitary men who roam it. There’s no background noise, no call to prayer, no enduring honks of annoyed commuters that comprise the soundtrack of daily life in Amman. Your hosts will cook you a dinner fit for kings (or queens) and force-feed you addicting Bedouin tea while they point out every constellation in the sky. Vagabonding Wadi Rum, the southern red desert, is the closest thing I've ever had to a religious experience. It's quintessentially Jordan.