Goats and camels strode by and over my sleeping bag. Nestled in the desert sand, beneath a luminous Southern Cross, I cried. What the heck was I, a five month pregnant woman, doing? Camping in the Sinai Desert with ten other travelers protected by two Uzi armed guides?

But then the sun rose. We ate eggs cooked with a torch and snorkeled in the Red Sea. I picked dates from trees in Wadis. We lunched with Bedouins who plucked figs for us. We visited St. Catherine’s Monasterywith its underground rooms filled with skulls and bones

It was my first adventure travel. Way back in 1974. Ever since, I’ve been heading out for more.