Off on a detour to Jordan to visit the "rose-red city half as old as time" as John Wıllıam Burgon called ıt – otherwıse known as Petra. You can find out about it on Wıkıpedıa. Here are some of the things that I saw along the way.
|The Dead Sea, with Jordanian hills in the background|
(yes, it was taken from a moving bus, hence reflections)
|Spa resort on the Dead Sea|
|Dead Sea salt and magnesium works|
The road follows the Dead Sea and then runs alongside the Jordanıan border. In some places there ıs still a feeling of recent conflict, even though the two countries signed peace treaties in 1994.
|waiting to cross over into Jordan. Lots of passport checks and stamps required|
We had several hours' drıve through very barren, rocky country - it is the Negev Desert, after all. This ıs a rest stop somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It's called Mountain Ires. There were lots of pretty souvenirs to buy as well as coffee, soft drinks and snacks.
|somewhere in the Negev|
|Some of the things I could have bought, but didn't|
|Bedouın tents just across the road. I'm not sure what the tractor is for|
The town of Wadi Musa probably owes its existence to the ancient Nabateans who built Petra and to the Swiss explorer Johanne Burckhardt the local Bedouin took there in 1802. After that, people became fascinated by the place and wanted to visit; the Bedouin discovered tourism.
|Probably Wadi Musa. It's hard to tell sometimes whether a name|
applies to an area or a settlement
|Yes, one of the Indiana Jones movies was filmed partly at Petra|
|Stables area for horses and donkeys|
|The entrance to the Siq is off in the distance|
|A couple of "Nabatean Soldiers" waited to be photographed in the Siq|
|Jordanian mounties keeping an eye on things|
|I really like this relief - it's larger than life-size|
|At last - the Khazneh|
All these monuments were tombs for important people. They began carving into the rock at the top and worked down; when they reached the floor they knew they had finished. There were three rooms: the burial chamber, and two side chambers where friends and family came to banquet and party each year in remembrance of the departed. Gardens separated the tombs from the town, which has not been excavated but is below the floor of the valley. It felt odd to think I was walking about above the roofs of the Nabateans!
Tombs ranged from simple cave-like hollows to magnificent tiers of columns; influence from all round the area can be seen, with Grecian columns modified to Nabatean taste beside Egyptian obelisks. Besides the physical feat of carving these things into the cliffs, what makes them remarkable is the beauty of the stone itself, streaked and marbled with different colours and patterns.
Khazneh means treasure. The Bedouin believed a great treasure was hidden in the urn at the top, and you can see bullet marks where they shot at it, trying to bring it down. Ed Dier is much further into the site, and beyond reach in the time we had.
There are so many photos of the Khazneh about I'll only post this one. Somebody (I think they'd just asked me to take their photograph) insisted on taking it and generously left some of their finger in the picture. Still, there I am. It is difficult to photograph as it's absolutely huge, and the light reflecting off the rocks all around upset my camera's exposure meter (yes, yes, I know - I should have had one with manual over-rides etc. Well, I have, but I don't take it travelling)
|Once you reach the Khazneh you have to leave your carriage and|
transfer to a camel if you want to ride any further. Donkeys were
|I made jolly sure this photo was NOT crooked|
|It's hard to tell how much is natural and how much man-made|
Here are some more pictures around the valley. It's a huge site and I had only time for a brief glimpse.
|The natural patterns and colours in the stone here have to be|
seen to be believed. This is a close-up of the rock wall below.
When I reached the entrance to the Siq on the way back I decided that as horse hire was included in the price I had paid for the trip I may as well ride. My mount was a lean chestnut gelding who had been walking and trotting up and down the hill all day. The chap leading it decided I knew what I was doing and gave me the reins; I had to tell him repeatedly what a good horse it was and I was unkind enough to make both of them trot quite a lot of the way. No wonder we had to have a little discussion about the size of the tip I gave him at the top!
Next post: Mıss Barsham camps out with the Bedouin and photographs lots of sılly rocks