We trudge for two and a half miles through the dramatic Siq, leading to the ancient Nabataean town of Petra. A narrow passage through the rock.
Mohamed urges us from one talking point to another, barely waiting for stragglers before starting his spiel.
The Treasury appears, rose-red between the rocks. Awesome. Photographs cannot do it justice… nor words describe.
The locals ply a great trade with horses, carriages, donkeys, mules and camels up and down the pathway, kicking up red dust, and creating a bustle with their bargaining.
We come to the Theatre, and the Colonnaded Street. Intriguing caves, and rock tombs look down on us. I don’t have the energy to explore up there; I know I won’t be able to face the laborious uphill slope back to the entrance. Towards the end, a young lad latches onto me, offering his grey donkey for the return journey.
“Shouldn’t you…
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