Petra: Jordan Part 4

Jordan

Up early, showered and breakfasted, we met Ali outside our hotel at 7, as agreed. The wrought iron gates marking the entrance to Petra were a short walk away. Beyond is an area of restaurants and tourist shops, and a ticket office with, at this hour, only a short queue.

Wadi Musa to the Siq

Armed with tickets we passed through the barrier but still had the best part of a kilometre to walk to the siq, the footpath running alongside a track for horses. About half way are the Djinn Blocks, one of which can be seen behind me, below.

The path to the siq, with one of the Djinn Blocks behind us - though Ali and I seem to have found something else to look at!

Three sit beside the track and 23 more are dotted around the site. They were built by the Nabataeans in the 1st century CE and may ‘represent the starts of tombs or were associated with funerary dedications or the worship of water and fertility’ (Lonely Planet), a long way of saying that nobody really knows.

Another of the Djinn Blocks on the way to the siq, Petra

A little further on, the Obelisk Tomb dates from the 1st century BCE. The badly eroded figure hollowed out between the two central obelisks (largely hidden in my picture) and the obelisks themselves may represent the five people buried here. Beneath is a much older triclinium, the site of annual feasts to honour the dead.

The Obelisk Tomb on the way to the siq, Petra

The Siq

Eventually we reached the entrance to the siq.

Entrance to the siq, Petra

‘Siq’ is usually translated as ‘canyon’, i.e. a gorge carved out by running water, but the 1.2km defile at Petra is actually a fissure in a single block of stone caused by tectonic forces. I struggle to imagine forces so mighty they could create a 200m deep crack of such length.

The siq, 1.2 km long, 200m deep and of varying widths, Petra

The Nabataeans, the builders of Petra, were an Arab people who emerged in the 4th century BCE and dominated the Northern Arabia/Southern Levant area from the Red Sea to the Euphrates. With no defined borders they controlled a trading network centred on strings of fertile oases. Their capital, if they had one, is assumed to have been Petra – known to them as Raqmu.

Water management is always a problem in the a desert, there is usually too little, but narrow valleys can suffer devasting flash floods. The Nabataeans were a sophisticated and practical people; we entered the siq over a modern dam, built over an ancient dam controlling Wadi Musa, and a water supply for the city was channelled along both walls.

The channel on the left hand wall is obvious here, in places the channels have been bored through the rock, the siq, Petra

The siq provides a dramatic approach to the city and the Nabataeans quickly saw its potential as a religious and ceremonial entrance. It is believed they had a full pantheon of gods, and imported a few foreign deities like Isis and Dionysis, but their portrayal of gods was schematic to say the least. Betyls – carved blocks of stone representing gods – appear in niches….

The god is a rectangular block of stone in a niche in the wall of the siq, Petra

…or are larger and free-standing. Sometimes, though not here, there is a minimalist representation of a face.

Nabataean betyl, large god on the left, smaller one on the right, the siq, Petra

More representational carvings were made, particularly after The Romans arrived around 106 CE and Raqmu found itself the capital of the Roman province of Arabia Petraea. A group of badly eroded figures decorate the wall of the siq, the lower half of one body is clear, of the others only the feet remain. The photograph of the carvings, below, also shows a remarkable inclusion in the rock face making it appear like two photos spliced together.

Badly eroded statues, and an inclusion in the rock, the siq, Petra

The siq has been dug out to approximately original levels, towards the end the ancient flooring remains in situ, though whether it is pre or post-Roman seems a matter of debate.

Lynne on the 2,000 year old flagstone, the siq, Petra

Nearing the end we paused where Indiana Jones had raised his hat and brushed away some sweat before started his gallop along the siq (Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade)....

That Indiana Jones isn't what he was, the Siq, Petra

The Treasury and The Street of Façades

…before emerged onto the sandy square facing the Treasury. Like the Monastery yesterday, the ‘Treasury’ is a misnomer, it was the tomb of Aretas III, King of the Nabataeans 87-62 BCE. During his reign the kingdom reached its greatest extent, taking Damascus in 85 BCE.  Influenced by Greek culture - he styled himself Aretas Philhellen (Friend of the Greeks) - he had his name written in Greek instead of Nabatean Aramaic on his silver coins. His endeavours to bring Greek and Roman architectural styles to Petra were rewarded with a magnificent tomb in Hellenic style.

The Treasury, Petra

According to legend Pharaoh hid his treasure in the 3.5m high urn atop the façade while pursuing the Israelites, hence the ‘Treasury’. The Exodus, if it happened at all, occurred a thousand years before Petra was built, but some locals obviously believed the story - the urn is pockmarked with rifle shots.

Half a million people visit Petra each year, so the best way to extract
 'treasure' is to own a gift shop/café in a prime location

After the Romans withdrew, Petra was gradually forgotten by the outside world, though not by the locals who continued to live there (and did so until 1985 when the last inhabitants were moved from the archaeological site to the purpose built village of Uum Sayhoun).

The growing European interest in classical culture in the 17th century brought knowledge of the Roman province of Arabia Petraea and interest in the, possibly mythical, lost city of Petra. The first modern European to see the Treasury and then ride his donkey through the rest of the valley was the remarkble Jean Louis Burkhardt in 1812.

From the Treasury, the valley turns and widens into the outer siq along what is known as the Street of Façades. The low entrances show how much the ground has risen here from debris washed down by flash floods.

Street of Façades, Petra

There is nothing in any of these tombs; it is ironic that so much of what remains in a dead city is accommodation for the dead.

Tomb interior, Petra

At the end of the ‘street’…

Street of Façades, Petra

The Theatre, Petra

...we entered the main part of the valley past the theatre.

The theatre, Petra

 The original 3,000 seat theatre was built over 2000 years ago by the Nabataeans, who demolished several tombs in its construction. After Roman enlargemenst it could accommodate 8,500 (30% of Petra’s population). An orchestra section was carved from the rock, but the backdrop to the stage was built with columns and niches. Little of this exists, maybe it was victim to the destructive earthquake of 363. Today most of the theatre-goers appear to be sheep, probably arriving for a performance of As Ewe Like it.

Theatre, Petra with the sheepy audience filing in for the performance

Coffee Stop and the Nymphaeum

It would not yet be coffee time on a normal day, but after our early start coffee seemed appropriate. It was also appropriate to give a little custom to the man who had given us a lift yesterday in our hour of need.

Visiting the café of the man who helped us last night.

After a small, bracing Arab coffee we set off for the Colonnaded Street running through what was once the city centre, but became waylaid by a stall beside the Nymphaeum. A public fountain built in the 2nd century CE, there is little left of the Nymphaeum, but the shade-giving pistachio tree is believed to be 450 years old.

Next to the Nymphaeum, in the shade of a venerable pistacchio tree Lynne haggles over the price of Roman coins, Petra

Lynne found some coins she liked, and agreed on a price of 13JD (£14.50). We offered a 20JD note, but the stall-holder had no change. Ali could not help, but we had a 10 and two ones and offered her that. ‘1 dollar?’ she asked, as though every European tourist would have a dollar bill somewhere in their wallet. Fortunately, we had and the transaction was completed to mutual satisfaction. Maybe this was a tacit acceptance that the official exchange rate (1US$ = 0.70 JD) overvalues the Jordanian Dinar and maybe there exists a more realistic informal exchange rate – a black market, even.

We now had some gifts for our grandson. The smaller coin was badly worn, but there was enough on the larger one to identify it as coming from the reign of the Roman Emperor Constantius II (325-361 CE).

The Colonnaded Street

The Colonnaded Street was once the decumanus (the main east-west street) of Roman Petra - being in a valley, Petra never had a cardo maximus (main north-south street). Once impressive, the columns of marble clad sandstone are now largely stumps and the covered porticos that gave access to the shops lining the eastern end are gone, as has most of the Royal Palace that once faced them.

The Colonnaded Street, Petra

The 'Great Temple', a little further along was built in the 1st century BCE and may never actually have been a temple. Badly damaged by an earthquake soon after completion, its refurbished form was used as a royal audience hall by the Nabataeans and as a civic centre by the Romans.

The Great Temple, Petra

Beyond the temple, on the right of the picture above, is the Temenos Gateway, the entry to the sacred area of the Nabataean city centred on the Qasr Al Bint – the Palace of the Daughter. Whose daughter? Well, Pharaoh’s of course. She must have come with him chasing the Israelites and built herself a palace while he was hiding his treasure; surely Bedouin legend could have come up with a more credible story. Unlike the Great Temple, Qasr Al Bint really is a Nabataean temple. Built around 30 BCE and dedicated to all the gods, it was the main place of worship in Raqmu. The brick built sacrificial altar almost in the street was once covered with marble.

Qasr Al Bint, Petra

This was the end of the street and Ali’s work was over, so he left us to find our own way back. We realised how much we needed him when, after a brief walk round the Roman wall, we returned to the Temenos Gate and were arrested by two Nabataean guards – though they did not appear to be taking their job very seriously.

Two very ferocious Nabataean security guards, Petra

David Roberts and The Royal Tombs

David Roberts in
 his travelling gear

David Roberts back home
1844

A long road stretches from Jean Louis Burckhardt’s ‘discovery’ of Petra to the crowds of today. One of the earlier travellers on that road was David Roberts. Born near Edinburgh in 1796 he was an interior decorator, then painted backdrops for a circus, but his talent led him inexorably towards fine art. Encouraged by, among others JMW Turner, he established his reputation by travelling through Europe painting views of prominent buildings. His 1838-40 tour of the Middle East brought him to Petra and on returning home he worked with Louis Haghe turning his paintings into lithographs which he sold by subscription. As Queen Victoria was subscriber No 1, his success was guaranteed.

The four ‘Royal Tombs’ are across the valley from the theatre. They are, from left to right, the Palace, Corinthian, Silk and Urn Tombs, though like most names in Petra they mean little.

The four Royal Tombs, Petra

They sit on a shelf above the valley bottom, so my group photograph was unsatisfactory – though a 5m high gantry would have solved the problem. An artist like David Roberts has no such difficulties.

David Robert's view of the tombs, 1838

Close up it is surprising how little the Palace Tomb has changed in 170 years. An imitation of a Roman/Hellenistic palace, it has Petra’s largest rock-hewn façade, though the top left corner had to be built as the rock face was just too small.

The Palace Tomb, Petra

Climbing up to the shelf we paused to pick up some shards of pottery – the ground is covered with it – and put that with our Roman coins. Then I spotted a small unnaturally round stone and then another one. They were almost certainly slingshots so we put them in the bag, too, and our grandson’s present was complete.

Climbing up to the rock shelf, Royal Tombs, Petra

The Corinthian Tomb is badly damaged, it has Corinthian columns but above is of Nabataean design. It is being used as unofficial stabling for donkeys. The smaller Silk Tomb has an unadorned façade, but has typically Nabataean stepped ornamentation at the top – upwards for heaven, downwards for the other pace.

Step ornamentation, Silk Tomb, Petra

Its name comes from the patterned and coloured rock strata prevalent throughout the rocky shelf which somebody once thought resembled silk.

Interesting patterns in the rock, but not fooling me its silk, Royal Tombs, Petra

The Urn Tomb has an impressive approach, though I cannot see the ‘urn’ which gives it its name. It was built for King Aretas IV (8 BCE to 40 CE) or his successor Malichos II (40 to 70).

The Silk Tomb (left) and Urn Tomb (right)

We were now in need of refreshment; freshly squeezed pomegranate juice was sharp but thirst-quenching.

Crushing our pomegranates, Petra

John Burgon and the Rose Red City Half as Old as Time

The Rev John William Burgon

David Roberts’ lithographs made Petra an object of fascination for those who had swallowed the romantic myth of the orient. The 1845 Newdigate Poetry Prize was won by John Burgon's ‘Petra’. Most of Burgon’s poetry, indeed most of Petra's 370 lines of rhyming couplets have been largely forgotten, but 14 lines, extracted as a stand-alone sonnet are well known (see Poetry Atlas). The last line describing Petra as a ‘Rose-red city half as old time’, is among the most memorable lines in English poetry.

John Burgon seems to have been a strange man who lived a rather bloodless life; a theologian who never married he spent his whole working life at Oxford University and certainly never visited Petra. His primary interest was in disapproving of anyone who did not share his belief in the Bible as literal truth – he was what is now called a Young Earth Creationist. ‘Half as old as time’ sounds a romantic way of saying ‘very old’, but for Burgon it was a statement of fact (give or take a century or two). And the rocks of Petra may be reddish, but are not the colour of any rose I have ever seen.

The High Place of Sacrifice

Despite yesterday’s exertions we decided to make the climb up to the High Place of Sacrifice. Steps lead off from the Street of Façades climbing up a crack in the rock. The way is steep and views soon open up over the Street of Façades and the theatre.

The end of the Street of Façades and the theatre, Petra

Then the crack narrows and the steps find their way up through boulder-strewn sections….

The path to the High Place of Sacrifice picks its way round boulders, Petra

…where you can be ignored by the local wildlife.

Lizard sunning itself on the climb to the High Place of Sacrifice, Petra

After forty minutes climbing in the hot sun we were near the top of the cleft….

Nearing the top of the cleft, towards the High Place of Sacrifice, Petra

…but there is more work to do, signposts pointing the way over bare rock.

Towards the High Pace of Sacrifice, Petra

The altar and the High Place of Sacrifice are guarded by 6m high obelisks hewn from the stone – or rather vast quantities of stone were hewn from around them. There are also magnificent views over the whole city, or so I read; we never quite got there. Lynne was tired and let me do the final ascent on my own, but I am wary of heights and really cannot cope with a feeling of exposure. The rocky shelf behind me was too high and too airy and I wimped out, though I was almost there.

I'm all right until I reach the exposed top, not quite the High Place of Sacrifice, Petra

A long descent awaited us back down the cleft.

Back down the cleft to the valley, Petra

Reaching the valley, we popped into the nearest café and ordered a drink and a salami sandwich. It was very palatable, but as I do like to be a little pedantic, a slice of chicken-based processed meat is not ‘salami’ and rolling it in local flatbread does not make a ‘sandwich’.

Back to Wadi Musa

We had been on the go for seven hours, and still had an hour’s walk ahead of us, so we decided to call it a day.

My photos perhaps suggest that Petra was not particularly crowded, but we had been up early, kept ahead of the tide and when that was no longer possible, we wandered into some of the lesser visited corners. But when we returned to the Treasury, the sandy square was like Tescos on Saturday morning.

Walking down the siq resembled being in the crowd leaving a football match, except there were still people coming the other way, though they would see little beyond the treasury – the sun sets early here. Yesterday, Ali had told us, there had been a cruise ship in Aqaba and several thousand extra tourists had been bussed up from the Red Sea port.

Tourism kills the things it loves and Petra is in danger of being loved to death. Erosion of monuments by those who should not climb on them, erosion of the pathways by all of us and the damper atmosphere caused by thousands of sweating visitors are all problems. On the plus side there is now a proper drainage and sewerage system, expert restoration is being carried out and the site is almost completely litter free. It is worth seeing though, and preserving it unseen forever would be pointless.

Dinner in Wadi Musa

Having suffered the hotel buffet yesterday we took a short walk to the Sandstone restaurant which the Lonely Planet assured us sold beer. We had the place to ourselves but the food was good and traditionally Jordanian. I ate mansaf, the national dish of lamb in fermented dried yogurt served with rice; Lynne’s Musakhan was chicken roasted with onions, sumac, allspice, saffron, and pine nuts. It was the best meal we had in Jordan – not a great compliment, but a compliment none the less.

Dinner in Wadi Musa

And the beer? That is a can of alcohol free beer on the table, but they have had problems with neighbours and it was only for show, we each had a can of Amstel under the table.

Jordan

Part 1: Amman

Part 2: Ajloun and Jerash
Part 3: Shobak Castle and the Back Trail to Petra
Part 4: Petra
Part 5: Wadi Rum

Part 6: Swimming in the Dead Sea

THE END

Shobak Castle and 'The Back Trail' to Petra: Jordan Part 3

A Crusader Castle and a Spectacular Desert Walk

Please note, this is not my Petra post, that's the next one.

Jordan

South from Amman

Our first visit of the day was to be at Shobak (often Shoubak), 200km south of Amman so it was another 8 o’clock start, and another opportunity for the breakfast buffet to be unready half an hour after the official start time - an opportunity seized with both hands.

Shobak is 30km north of Petra

K arrived and with a breakfast of some sort inside us we set off, moving swiftly south on dual carriageways - when not impeded by the recurring road works. Desert scenery can be wonderful, but not always, this was about as dull as it gets.

A boring bit of desert south of Amman

After an hour we stopped for coffee at a well set-up service station boasting a full array of the sort of goods deemed appropriate for tourists.

A dull journey? I am reduced to showing you pictures of me drinking coffee

Back on the road, the scenery did not improve immediately…

Wow, a bend!

….but as we rolled on past truck stops and services the land became markedly less flat and monochrome.

Truck stop quite a long way south of Amman

Shobak Castle (Montréal)

K swung right off the main highway onto what he called his ‘secret route’. I am unconvinced of its‘secrecy’, but our first view of Shobak Castle was worth a detour.

Shobak Castle

The contiguous small towns of Al Jaya, Shobak and Nejel are lined up along the nearby ridge, but as we looped round the back we could see older abandoned dwellings in the valley below the castle.

Abandoned dwellings in the valley below Shobak Castle

A few minutes later we stopped to admire what the owner claims to be the world’s smallest hotel. I am not sure I would want to spend the night in an idiosyncratically decorated VW beetle,…

The world's smallest hotel near Shobak Castle

…but I admit it has a fine view of the castle.

Shobak Castke from the world's smallest hotel

The castle was built in 1115 by King Baldwin I, the first crusader King of Jerusalem who named it Montréal. At the time Baldwin was taking a jaunt through the distant parts he claimed were within his Kingdom. He declared that the area east and south of the Dead Sea, down to the Gulf of Aqaba was now the Lordship of Oultrejordain, the seat being first at Montréal and later at Kerak a little to the north. It is was a remote, sparsely populated and ill-defined area, which allowed the Lord to be semi-autonomous. Much of the land was simultaneously claimed by the Sultan of Damascus but Lord and Sultan achieved a modus vivendi by keeping out of each other’s way.

The Lordship of Oultrejourdain at its maximum extent (Thanks Wikipedia and Erenow)
The borders are approximate and were always vague. Aqaba was known as Ayla until the late medieval period

From inside there is rather less left of the castle than might be imagined from a distant view, or even from just outside….

Outside Shobak Castle

…but it was undoubtedly important.

Inside Shobak Castle

Like Ajloun yesterday, there is no open space within the walls, and despite the presence of some towers and arches it is now largely a jumble of stones.

Shobak Castle

An internal water supply, important in English castles of this vintage, was essential in this arid country and a tunnel was dug through the hill to two spring-fed cisterns below.

Saladin took the castle in 1189 after a two-year siege during which the defenders allegedly sold their wives and children for food and went blind from lack of salt. When they eventually surrendered Saladin cemented his reputation for chivalry by returning their families to them.

Shobak Castle

The castle was stormed in 1261 by the Mamluk Sultan Baybars, bringing it under the control of Egypt.

The Mamluk Public Buildings, Shobak Castle

The Mamluks were responsible for much of the surviving curtain wall and the Arabic inscriptions on it.

Arabic inscriptions on the curtain wall, Shobak Castle

The castle sits on an outlying hill from the main Edom Plateau. Although the immediate surroundings look arid, the plateau - less than a kilometre distant and with the modern town of Shobak on its western edge - is a fertile, fruit growing area. At 1,330m (4,360ft) there is often winter snow and Shobak’s expected daily high in November is 13°C; as the photos suggest it was more than ten degrees warmer than that when we visited.

Little Petra

Siq Al Barid (Cold Canyon), better known as Little Petra, a half hour drive south of Shobak, is an outpost of the main Petra UNESCO World Heritage Site.

From Shobak to Little Petra

Nabataeans

The Nabataeans were an Arab people who emerged in the 4th century BCE and dominated the Northern Arabia/Southern Levant area from the Red Sea to the Euphrates until the Romans arrived in 106 CE. With no defined borders they controlled a trading network centred on strings of fertile oases, with their capital, if they had one, assumed to have been Raqmu – now known as Petra. They produced high quality pottery and had a distinctive ceremonial architecture, hacking tombs and temples from the rock and giving them elaborate façades.

A Nabataean building hacked from the stone, Little Petra

Believed to have been built in the first 1st century CE probably to accommodate visiting traders, the site is small and may not have the majesty of Petra but it is less crowded and is free to visit.

The outer area and car park is full of stalls selling tourist tat in a low-key sort of way. There was one typical Nabataean building (above) and a herd of goats demonstrating how nimble they are over steep rocky gound. I have no idea what they were doing up there, there is nothing for them to eat, but I would never question goatly wisdom.

Goats, Little Petra

From the car park a narrow defile leads into the small canyon of Little Petra.

The narrow defile into Little Petra

Inside are more stalls…

Inside Little Petra

….and several Nabataean façades the largest and most important being the triclinium. A triclinium is where the Roman went to dine with their dead - a rather odd habit. In 2010 archaeologists discovered a biclinium – a dining room with a couch for two – with high quality Hellenistic frescoes; its either not open or we failed to find it.

The Triclinium, Litte Petra

The Back Trail to Petra

According to our itinerary we should walk from here to Petra entering via the ‘monastery’ (5km). We were confused, tomorrow had been set aside for Petra and we did not want to pre-empt the usual dramatic arrival through the long narrow defile of the siq. K had been uncharacteristically tight-lipped about the arrangements - and then he drove us out of Little Petra.

I should have had faith; local travel companies have long experience and know exactly what they are doing. A short distance away, on the top of the plateau he stopped next to a car parked by the roadside. After introducing us to Ali, the passenger in the car, he said ‘have a nice walk, see you in two days,’ or words to that effect and left.

We followed Ali into the desert on the back trail to Petra. He was a large man but surprisingly light on his feet, one of nature’s prop forwards who had the misfortune to be born in a country where Rugby is unknown.

Lynne and Ali set off into the desert towards Petra

He pointed out a field to our right where the local villagers sow cereals. It never grows enough be worth to harvesting, but their livestock graze here when they need extra nutrition.

Not the most promising cereal crop I have ever seen - walking to Petra

A little further on we passed a camel racing circuit,…

Camel racing circuit on the way to Petra

…then headed off into the desert on a track…

Deeper into the desert - two prop forwards in search of a hooker
(American readers should be aware that in British English that is an entirely innocent Rugby Football related observation)

No discernable path here on the Back Trail to Petra

Lonely Planet describe this ‘back trail' as a ‘rewarding hike’ and points out that a guide is essential as the route can be hard to follow, and you also need a valid ticket for Petra which will be checked en route. We had our guide – and we would, literally, have been lost without him – and he had our tickets. The check-point, however was deserted though a hole-punch had been placed on the floor in the doorway so we could punch our own tickets.

Ali picked up the hole-punch and watched with amusement as it disassembled itself in his hand. He did his conscientious best to create the appropriate hole, eventually resorting to a sharp stick.

Ali punches holes - the Back Trail to Petra

The next stage of the journey took us into canyons….

Into canyons on the Back Trail to Petra

…along the base of rock walls…

Along the base of rock walls, on the Back Trail to Petra

…past a surprisingly extensive outbursts of desert tulips - they will flower in their own good time -…

Dersert tulips on the Back Trail to Petra

…and up and down rough-hewn steps.

Rough-hewn steps on the Back Trail to Petra

In the midst of all this wilderness we encountered a tea shop of sorts; a wooden shed, seats shaded by awnings and trestle tables groaning under the weight of ‘tourist tat’. There was even a dog.

Tea shop dog on the Back Trail to Petra

We paused for refreshment, wondered how it all got there – there must have been 4WD access somewhere – and tried to bargain for some of their Roman/Nabataean coins. We would have liked some of the larger examples but they would not drop below £40 or £50 each, even for those in poor condition.

We continued; fine views abounded…

Fine views on the Back Trail to Petra

…there were high points to stand on….

The Back Trail to Petra

….and rough paths to follow...

Rough paths on the Back Trail to Petra

… while above us the sun had started to head for the horizon – the currant bun sets early in Jordan.

The sun is getting low on the Back Trail to Petra

The 'Monastery', Petra

About 80 minutes after our refreshment break we caught our first sight of something that was distinctly man made.

First glimpse of the Monastery, Petra

The Monastery marks the edge of Petra proper and was built in the 3rd century BCE as a Nabataean tomb. Crosses carved on the walls suggest it might have been repurposed as a church in Byzantine times while caves in the surrounding area were used by Christian hermits. but the ‘Monastery’ has never actually been a monastery. The courtyard was once surrounded by columns and used for sacred ceremonies, though what they were, no one know.

The Monastery, Petra
The figure, bottom right, gives some idea of the massive scale

Lonely Planet calls the Monastery one of the legendary monuments of Petra (can a real building be ‘legendary’?) but also one of the less visited, as it is over 800 rock-cut steps above the Petra basin. We had walked 5km to reach the Monastery, and it slowly dawned on us that we had to walk a further 5km to get out – and negotiate all those steps. But first we had to get to them.

The Descent into Petra

Starting the descent towards Petra

The descent was a long and sometime painful slog. We were frequently passed by men with donkeys and horses, all of whom wanted to hire out a mount and exaggerated the time and distance we still had to go. The donkeys in particular looked too frail to carry someone of my weight down such a steep path, and the sliding of iron-shod hooves on time-polished stone made safety a concern; anyway, I have a fur allergy and the prospect of several days of allergic conjunctivitis was enough to keep me walking.

We passed the Lion Tomb; a triclinium defended by two weather beaten lions…

The Lion Tomb, Petra

…kept on plodding and eventually made it to flat ground.

Flat ground at last, Petra basin

We only touched the main valley before turning onto a path leading to a tarmac road to Uum Sayhoun, a village created in 1985 for those displaced from the archaeological site. The road does not appear on most tourist maps, but it was a real sting in the tail, a long uphill kilometre to the Petra check-point from where a car would take us to Wadi Musa and our hotel.

A steady trickle of vehicles passed us, stall holders and café owners going home from work. Ali apologised, ‘they are not allowed to give lifts,’ he explained. Lynne was flagging (and so was I, but I shall not mention it) and eventually Ali took pity on her and flagged down a passing friend urging us to get in quickly before anybody saw. His friend drove us 500m up the road, stopping out of sight of the checkpoint and leaving us to walk the last 100m. By now the sun had set and we could see the lights of Wadi Musa twinkling in the next valley.

The lights of Wadi Musa

Wadi Musa

We did not have to wait long for the car. Wadi Musa - the Valley of Moses where the patriarch struck water from the rock for his parched followers (allegedly) – has grown into the tourist town servicing Petra. Ali dropped us at our hotel. ‘What time tomorrow?’ we asked. ‘7 o’clock,’ he answered. I checked his face to see if he was joking, he wasn’t. ‘Only way to beat the crowds,’ he explained.

We were too tired to go out again, and it seemed a pleasant modern hotel so we signed up for the evening buffet. It had been a long hot day and we had gone without lunch, but food was number three on my mind, after a shower and a cold beer – I had checked, the hotel sold alcohol.

After a refreshing shower we found our way to the restaurant where a girl brought the drinks menu. The alcoholic selection had been taped over it, all that was on offer was alcohol free beer. Some zero alcohol beers are quite acceptable, but this one resembled the borderline unpleasant ‘Islamic beers’ I had endured in Iran - unfermented malt and no hops. And the buffet was worse! Any chef who serves up white sticks with no discernible flavour and the consistency of haribo and labels it ‘cauliflower’ should reconsider their choice of career.

And so an excellent day came to a rather miserable end – redeemed by a glass of Heathrow Airport duty free.

I later learned it was the Prophet’s birthday, a day nobody in Jordan would be buying a beer. I should have known that.

Jordan
Part 1: Amman
Part 2: Ajloun and Jerash
Part 3: Shobak Castle and the Back Trail to Petra
Part 4: Petra
Part 5: Wadi Rum
Part 6: Swimming in the Dead Sea

THE END