Jordan Desert Cup 2000
Introduction
The Jordan Desert Cup is a race split into two
sections; the desert and mountains. For this you need to carry two types of
equipment to ensure that you survive both types of terrain.
The race is
a 168km non-stop race from Wadi Rum to Petra in Jordan. There are 13
checkpoints along the route and there is a further requirement that you must
make the checkpoints prior to the deadlines set out below, otherwise a runner
is disqualified.
This race should not be attempted unless the
participant has completed the Marathon Des Sables or the Grand Union 145 as it
is tougher than the former and equal to the latter race.
Flight Out
The majority of the backgrounds are
already on the website but of the other individuals; Liam McCann, a
physiotherapist from Taunton was an ex Royal Marine as was Julian Palantayiou
from the Isle of Wight. Peter Mild a Swede, who ran a design company in
Gothenburg, was ex French Foreign Legion. We made him an honorary Brit on the
basis that he could stand our company for so long. David Turnbull had completed
the Grand Union 145 and is currently 1 of only 39 people in the UK to have
achieved this.
We arrived at Heathrow early on the Sunday morning and
quickly formed into one group where we shared our experiences and hopes. After
a 5 hour flight we arrived in Amman and were confronted with Arab lifestyle,
heat, Middle Eastern toilets and Jordanian beaurocracy all at once, which
nearly finished us off. The French, the Italians and the Swiss arrived and with
them old friends such as Cedric Grant Paulo and the AOI team.
The Jordan Desert
Cup Encampment at Wadi Rum
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We departed in buses and went to the site. After 3 hours
we were dropped off, where we were transported by 4X4, which were raced over
the desert, to the campsite at Wadi Rum. We awoke the next day to the amazing
sight of Wadi Rum, which was where half of Lawrence of Arabia was filmed.
Sorting the Kit at
Wadi Rum
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We spent the day trimming our packs and going through the
procedures of checking equipment, ECG's and food - as is carried out in the
MDS. This year each competitor had to carry and extra 2000 calories of food and
1 litre of water for emergency purposes only, both of which were taped up and
checked at the end of the race. Brent Weigner of the USA suffered time
penalties of 7 hours because he used them. (Its not an emergency if you have a
pulse).
The Start to CP1
The 172 competitors started at 8.30 am
after an address by Patrick Bauer the organiser and the Minister of Tourism for
Jordan. The runners moved down with the bastions of Wadi Rum on either side.
The temperature was rising and Anthony and I were to the rear letting the
others rush off. Helicopters circled us with News crews and sporadic groups of
press were taking pictures. Almost immediately Andy Blackford started to get
blister problems as the sand began to get into all the shoes. We carried on to
13km and Checkpoint 1.
CP1-2
Looking back at Wadi
Rum just after 2 km from the start
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We stopped at Checkpoint 1 for 10 mins and then pushed on
to CP2. We were heading south and the sun was rising producing a very sweaty 30
degrees. Julian Palantayiou was with us as were Alistair Cotton and several
others.We crossed a Wadi and went up a slope into a canyon, which I recognised
had been used as a part of Lawrence of Arabia. The echoes were great and the
shade from the high wall was providing cool relief for us. At 20Km we came out
and headed on a bearing of 112 to CP2 we could see for many kilometres and the
other runners were stretched before us. We did not know that Olmo was already
on his way to CP4.
CP2 -CP3
Italian getting an
IV drip from Doc Trotter at Checkpoint 2
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We arrived at CP2 at 1.30 to find most of the British
team taking their ease. Andy, Jeremy and Tony were sorting kit, feet and food.
Peter, Liam and David Turnbull had already left. Alistair had just arrived with
us and Julian was still on the course. We were beginning to get concerned as
Julian was limping having pulled a muscle in a fall on the previous stage. He
had tried to keep with us but had now fallen seriously behind. I lay next to an
Italian who had an IV drip in his arm and behind were 2 French runners looking
very queasy curled up in the back of the tent. Italian getting an IV drip from
Doc Trotter at Checkpoint 2 Patrick Bauer came up with "Bon Courage mes Amies"
obviously enjoying the event. We stayed for 30mins, had a Diralyte and some
food before pushing on .The Heat rose and we walked up a long incline for 5
kilometres before turning North east across an arid plain to CP3. To our left
we could see Wadi Rum and the area where we had spent the last 2 days. It
seemed along way a way and the light made it almost mystical in the late
afternoon sun.
CP3-CP4
In the tent at
Checkpoint 3
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On arriving at CP3, we found the race taking its toll.
Paulo the Italian organiser of the MDS who has completed 13 of them, dropped
out. He looked sad but resigned to it. Tony Kitous was in the back not feeling
too well and Alistair, Anthony and myself got ready to push on. The Jordanian
girls, who were becoming national heroes, were in a bad way and a big swath of
plaster was placed on the back of one of them. Her pack was
rubbing.
Sam, a truly international character, who we thought was
American but turned out to be half Irish, half Egyptian and brought up in
Morocco, was also taking time to move on. All the others including Mark Dodds,
Peter Mild, Liam McCann and David Turnbull had already left and we thought they
were halfway to the finish. The water bottles for the outstanding runners were
withdrawn from 25-9 and we assumed that many had "abandoned" including Julian.
Alistair, Anthony and myself set off with a Frenchman. As usual Alistair's long
legs meant he gradually disappeared over the skyline, the Frenchman fell back
and we were left alone. Dark was now setting in at 6pm; Tony turned up talking
10 to the dozen and explained that his food was entirely sweets and that he was
suffering from too much sugar intake. (You don't say?) We tried to be
sympathetic, but found it very funny. Tony couldn't walk and ran on to the next
checkpoint. We lit our luminous torches and placed them on the back of our
packs. The course was straight North (358degrees) for 7 kilometres passing down
an arid valley. The sand was very soft like caster sugar and our feet sank in
sapping our energy. The temperature dropped and we put on our night gear and
headtorches. The moon came up and it was so bright that we turned the torches
off and carried on in the moonlight. The moon cast a strong shadow over us and
I could see my kit clearly in silhouetted on the ground.
Alistair,
Anthony and myself set off with a Frenchman. As usual Alistair's long legs
meant he gradually disappeared over the skyline, the Frenchman fell back and we
were left alone. Dark was now setting in at 6pm; Tony turned up talking 10 to
the dozen and explained that his food was entirely sweets and that he was
suffering from too much sugar intake. (You don't say?) We tried to be
sympathetic, but found it very funny. Tony couldn't walk and ran on to the next
checkpoint. We lit our luminous torches and placed them on the back of our
packs. The course was straight North (358degrees) for 7 kilometres passing down
an arid valley. The sand was very soft like caster sugar and our feet sank in
sapping our energy. The temperature dropped and we put on our night gear and
headtorches. The moon came up and it was so bright that we turned the torches
off and carried on in the moonlight. The moon cast a strong shadow over us and
I could see my kit clearly in silhouetted on the ground.
CP4
Anthony and I arrived at 7.45 to see the runners in
the tent in a worse state. Michel Bach, a famous French runner, was on the
floor suffered from dehydration wrapped in a foil blanket and throwing up.
Another runner in the back was in a dreadful state; Tony Kitous was felling
unwell and we heard that Liam was in bad way and had just set off with Andy and
others to CP5, where we planned to spend the night. Sam turned up a little
after us. Anthony and I were bemused. We had our kit just right and apart from
a rubbing between my legs which Vaseline cured we were OK. I needed some salt
but I thought I would leave it until CP5.
CP5
We carried on under the moonlight. Alistair soon
joined us and half and hour later a rushing sound behind me ushered in Tony who
had run to catch us up. We strode on together. It went on forever. You see
these rocks in the distance and you know you have to get passed them and 3
hours later they are still there. It's very depressing. We eventually arrived
at CP5 to find 40 runners camped out and in their sleeping bags. Anthony and I
cooked our food watched with disdain by Tony, who is restraunter. Our hopeless
attempts to create anything edible was met with derision from Tony. Still it
hurt him when he laughed.
CP6
Checkpoint 6 from 2
kilometers. Can't you see it?
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We were due to awake up at 4 we overslept and awoke at
4.30. To our surprise Julian had made it and was already to go. Sam had also
arrived and the others had pushed on to 6. David Turnbull, Mark Dodds and Peter
Mild were probably sunning themselves in Petra. Alistair was gone by 4.30. We
scrambled out of our gear, skipped breakfast, changed and packed in a fury as
we didn't want to be disqualified for staying past 5am.
Now you can! It's
easy to go by it.
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We threw our stuff out of the tent and stuffed it
into our rucksacks and headed off. Not a good start. We walked for a few
minutes listening to Sam speaking Arabic, English and French as he held a
conversation with 3 nationalities at once. You some times feel your broad
education is lacking.
Compass work is difficult in these countries, as
the grandeur of the rocks and outcrops is misleading. The shear scale of
geology is on a different level and you find checkpoints are miniaturised
against this backdrop and it is easy to miss them. Sometimes the compass
bearing is over very duny ground and you have to take an alternative course.
This is when things can go wrong. We almost missed CP6 expecting it to be
further north but a flash of sun on a vehicle 3 kilometres away and binoculars
saved some unwanted travel.
We arrived at 7.40 too close to the 8.30 cut
off time. We found Cedric Grant there now an "Abandon". He had got lost in the
desert and was picked up. Sam arrived having lost his sleeping bag and borrowed
one from Cedric having declared that he had no communicable diseases. To which
Cedric replied "but I have!" Alistair and Tony were just leaving, Julian had
pushed on. All the Brits were in the race. We were last.
We arrived at
7.40 too close to the 8.30 cut off time. We found Cedric Grant there now an
"Abandon". He had got lost in the desert and was picked up. Sam arrived having
lost his sleeping bag and borrowed one from Cedric having declared that he had
no communicable diseases. To which Cedric replied "but I have!" Alistair and
Tony were just leaving, Julian had pushed on. All the Brits were in the race.
We were last.
CP7
We arrived at CP7 by an outstanding geological arch.
We collapsed into the tent as the wind had now got up and the day was hot. The
others were now long gone. Alistair was leaving as we arrived. Tony left with a
Frenchman and Julian was behind us. In the tent were several runners who were
finished. Doc Trotter was attending to their wounds and dehydration. It was
here that Julian stopped.
We set off for CP8. We crossed a plain in a
north-westerly direction. The heat hammered down on us and in the distance we
could see other runners, black sticks that did not move but didn't get closer
either. Patrick stopped us and shook our hands he was getting quite emotional
about the whole business.
CP8
We eventually arrive at 2.20 It was still too close
for comfort. What if we had a problem? I wanted to run some sections but we had
a plan so we stuck to it. I needed to stop and get a Diralyte to buck me up.
Dune striding is hard work. I made my calls to the web site and got through at
last. As we arrived Alistair left Tony left and Sam arrived. He curled up in
the back of the tent. I fixed my feet and off we went. It was 3.05 the cut off
time had passed and Julian was not there. I was getting tired of wholebar food
and the lack of a breakfast and lunch was making itself felt.
We headed
across an empty plain going due north, passed Bedouin herdsmen. The light was
fading. This was the last section of desert. We went passed 100 kilometres and
headed for CP9. We decided to break each section up into 2 with a brief
5-minute stop for a bar to keep us going.
CP9
We arrived at CP9 45 mins ahead of the cut off and
were greeted with black coffee and honey. It was great. We had a pit stop and
took off.
CP10
The early morning
Day 3 on the mountain
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Night had set in and we were now on the mountain section.
We strode along in the moonlight following the directions. The wind got up to
around 40mph and it started to get cold. We passed some Bedouin tents with
their sides open Inside were families their faces reflecting silver in the
moonlight while they watched us pass. It was unnerving. They only used
moonlight to light their home. We got into the hills and the higher we got the
stronger the wind. We stopped and were met by Michel Bach who had now
recovered. We pushed on and eventually came to CP10.
Checkpoint 11 in a
50 mph wind
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The Flags were cracking in the wind and the tent was
flapping rolled-up in sleeping bags were a large group of competitors trying to
sleep in the cold. We were given a space. The lights were on, people were
talking there was the odd groan as someone's blister was lanced. Just the place
to go to sleep. We waited for Michel but he didn't show and had pushed
on.
The Jordanians got up at 3 and made a move. we were not going to
sleep so we decided to do the same. We had a leisurely breakfast , fixed our
feet and started out.
We went up the mountain only to find it a lot less
difficult than we thought, the wind had now got up to 50mph and we were glad
that we had stopped at CP10 as the checkpoints after that were too affected by
the wind to be useful and it would have meant a push to the finish. We arrived
at 7:30am . CP11 was windswept. It is placed on top of a summit at 4500 ft and
there were views to Arabia from the point. We were surprised find Mark Dodds in
the tent and more surprised to find Sam was just behind having come in to CP10
later on. We had now completed 134.5kms. We followed Mark Tony and Alistair off
down the hilltop path to CP12.
CP12
For the next 3 hours we pushed against the wind
checking to ensure that no kit had blown away. The views and scenary were
beautiful but the wind demanded your concentration. We arrived at 12 to find
the tent blown down and were told to huddle behind a rock, which had been used
as a latrine. My feet were getting sore and needed massaging periodically. We
pushed onto CP13 and as we came down the mountain the wind dropped and the heat
rose. We walked through quiet a Jordanian town, where the road workers were
pouring sand onto the tarmac to protect it from the sun. We eventually came to
8 kilometers from the finish. We received an ovation from the organisers as we
came in.
Alistair was sitting by the wall suffering from dehydration,
but he would finish. We started off down the Mule track, a narrow stony track
going down 1in10 about 1 kilometre long . At the bottom we pushed on going over
ranges until we came to the steps of Petra. These are thought to be some of the
oldest in the world and we went down 570 of them with a sheer drop over the
edge. We slipped and tread warily down their uneven surface. At the bottom we
were met by tourists who applauded (the race was National News) and we turned
right and went up through the town hardly gazing at the amazing
buildings.
The road rises an equivalent of a 35 storey building from the
bottom of the steps to the finish line 2 kilometers further on. We pushed on
past red sandstone walls, just glazing at the Treasury as we past. We finally
saw the finish and ran the last 150 metres to the line and crossed at the same
time. We received a typically warm French welcome from Patrick and the team. It
was very tough.
The
finish
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Petra: The
Monastery
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Petra: The Royal
Tombs
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Petra: The
Treasury
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