...One of the New Seven Wonders of the World
...The backdrop from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
...An Entire city, thousands of years old, hewn out of the rock.
It's in Jordan, so for us to visit, we drove to Eilat where the border into Jordan is open.
Our journey into Petra started with a 6:30 am pick up from our hotel.
The day was supposed to go something like this:
-wake up at 6 am; throw on pre picked out clothing
- load shuttle bus to the border at 6:30 am
-take shuttle bus to border
-go through border crossing into Jordan
-have Jordanian tour company bus us 2 hours north to Petra
-hike Petra in the warm desert
-head back to the hotel after a long, enjoyable day of hiking and seeing the sights
-have a Turkish bath
-enjoy a buffet feast at the hotel
-turn in for a beautiful night's sleep, only to wake up at a reasonable hour the next morning for a fabulous jeep adventure through the Jordanian desert.
That.
was.
the.
plan.
[Snow...In the Jordan desert? Really?!? Yes. read on...]
Instead, the trip went down like this:
I woke up, feeling rotten and still running a fever.
Lydia woke up crying, complaining her stomach hurt.
She, too, was running a fever.
We were late for the shuttle. Of course.
And then Lydia puked on the shuttle bus to the border. Awesome.
Only 7 am, and we were off to a great start.
There were 17 people total on our tour, and I could feel the glares and stares for having a sick child along for the ride. We paid a decent amount of money to take this tour, and at this point, it was our only option. Otherwise, we were stranded in Eilat with no hotel. So we pressed on, with the hope that the virus from which we were dropping like flies, was a short-lived one. We made it through the border crossing and the drive up to Petra without much drama. Unfortunately, because of the virus, by the time we were to start the hiking/walking portion of the day, Lydia and I were already wiped. So, we put Lydia in the backpack carrier we brought for Will. Our son, an otherwise boundless source of energy, HATES to walk for the sake of walking. He whines and cries and drags his feet and carries on like he is lame and dying. It's really a spectacle. So, when Lydia usurped his ride for the day, we landed ourself yet another source of drama: Will. Let me break this down for you: Lydia=sick, Elizabeth=sick, Will=non stop whining, Stewart=stressed out. We were the brady bunch and then some.
Standard, really.
Somehow we managed to muscle through, but I did not hear or comprehend ONE word our guide was saying. Given the circumstances, it was just "mwaaa, mwaaa, mwaaaa" Charlie Brown adult speak. Oh, and did I mention that it was freezing cold? There was a freak turn of weather, and it had actually SNOWED in Petra the day before our tour. SNOW in Petra. Unbelievable.
Our guide, Ali. He was really quite impressive.
The walk through the siq was gorgeous.
Que the music from Indiana Jones...
This is a rock. If you look at it one way, you see a fish. If you look at it from a different angle, you see an elephant. The charm of this was completely lost on me given the circumstances. However, we have a ridiculous number of pictures to document said rock. For example...
...now it's a fish face.
Wait, there's more. See the camels? (me neither)
& now the creepy rock-man face...(yep, I didn't see it at first either)
One thing is for sure, Petra is stunning. Breathtaking. Amazing. & Huge.
When we finally reached the opening of the siq and saw the famous Indiana Jones scenery of Petra, Stewart said to a whimpering Lydia, "Isn't this awesome?" She replied through her whimpers, "No I WON"T look, this is NOTHING special." Quote of the day/week/month/year.
Dallas and Stewart looking tough.
Me. This is the best I could do. Pitiful. Just pitiful.
The scenery combined with ornate camels, carriages, horses, and donkeys was just surreal. Really cool stuff, folks.
Petra goes on for miles and miles. You could spend days exploring and still not see all there is to see.
Guess who won?
I'm hoping our friends the Hills are able to post more about Petra. Since they were unaffected by the sick, they were able to do a little more exploring than us. They have some great stories and amazing pics. For now, look at all the cool dwellings carved into the mountain.....
Their significance? I have no idea.
There are also an abundance of locals offering horse rides, horse and carriage rides, camel rides, and donkey rides in Petra. Originally, we weren't intending on using any of these, but by the end of the tour, we were done. I couldn't walk any more. Lydia couldn't walk any more. Will wouldn't walk anymore. So, we hired "taxi's" -- donkeys-- to take us halfway back to the entrance. The donkey guy took pity on us (or so we were led to believe), and even threw in a free donkey ride for Stewart. So, the four of us enjoyed a nice ride from the monastery to the treasury. Then, the 10 year old boy leading our donkeys demanded double the agreed upon price. Double. Stewart told him no, that we had agreed to pay $20 for the rides, but he demanded $40, and a stubborn, stand-off ensued. Eventually, we payed $30 and felt duped. But, what do you do? There's a crowd of foreigners gathering & arguing. You pay the money and walk. He's not getting rich, and we're not going to be poor. Fine...
Will is in the zone--while our little guide proves himself a shrewd negotiator.
D.O.N.E. We were done.
All-in-all, we made it through and had an amazing and memorable family experience....
Petra, check.
Shalom Y'all!












