Returning to the canyon meant seeing it in a different light and also viewing items for the 1st time like this water drainage system.
This sand bottle business often was the busiest enterprise in the park and usually had a throng of people admiring the complexity of the sand designs that even had camels, the sun etc inside. They were really works of art.
I had talked to both of these Bedouin females yesterday so I was glad to see them again today and also to be remembered by them.
First up was the imposing Colonnaded Street, which led through the city center, and was, in its heyday, flanked by temples, public buildings and shops.
Getting to the monastery involves doing one of the most taxing hikes at
Interesting seeing this whitest of white rocks which was unlike any we’d seen that size.
Steven on Step 2 of over 800. I wonder if he’ll look quite so perky once he reaches the top!
Polish girl: another very unusual bench photo for Pat! This metal one was really bent in the middle!
We sat our weary bones down on the fairly comfortable padded benches mesmerized by the view in front of us as we snacked on raisins, apples and soft, sweet dates I had bought at the big market in
Walking to the Monastery or anyplace in Petra always entails having to run through a gauntlet not only of donkey or camel handlers, young children selling the postcards, but also coming face to face with almost exclusively older women selling pashminas; the Arab keffiyeh or head covering first familiar to Westerners when it was worn by Yasser Arafat and available not only in the traditional red check but also in other colors; plus jewelry of every shape, form and description. These stalls, or really shacks if I’m being honest here, were located every 30 or 40 feet as you climbed up to the Monastery and likewise yesterday as we ascended the High Place of Sacrifice. Upon approaching them, the women would plead with us, in almost perfect English, to look at what they had and please buy from them. They knew that few tourists would want to buy anything on the long way up to the Monastery, so they said “We remember you on the way down.” Little wonder that the 800 plus steps took longer than it ‘needed’ as it was impossible for us to ignore ALL their pleas! Only one way down, i.e. the same way we had come up, so we couldn’t help but seeing the sellers again who again gave us their sales pitch, saying that the number of tourists was drastically down due to the war in neighboring Syria and its spillover effect in Jordan.
An unusual garage!
Instead of just returning to the visitors’ center, we decided to detour via the impressive Royal Tombs that were carved to house the tombs of Nabatean dignitaries. Steven climbed up to get a much better view of them but I decided to give it a pass and meet him back at the Treasury.
My last carriage shot at