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Mount Nebo, Jordan, 12.38pm
The Jordanian landscape was hypnotic in its repetition but the hours passed steadily as Morgan and Khal drove north. The blue of the sky blended with earth the color of ground bones and dark green scrub trees dotted the landscape. Birds of prey hovered in the heat waves above them, keen eyes searching for rodents that scurried between holes and lizards that darted under rocks.
Finally, they pulled into the car park at Mount Nebo. Groves of cedar and pine broke up the monotony of the rocky ground here, as the mountain stepped down towards the plateau. The summit was busy with coaches, and groups of tourists in matching baseball caps stood surveying the landscape under a burning sun. They looked out at a wide expanse, trying to catch a glimpse of the shores
