Bedouins offered us their wares and one woman furtively proffered an authentic Caesarean coin, which we declined on the premise that it was illegal.
We saw a modern car parked in an ancient cave which was quite a contradictory sight.
A cheeky camel snorted at my 4-year old son and startled him, ensuring that he stayed close to us thereafter.
We spotted prayer mats laid out in a cave through a crevice. It offered some respite from the blazing heat.
It was not difficult for my husband and I to make the decision to walk up the 823 steps to Ad-Deir ”The Monastery”. Our kids were too young and would not have managed the arduous ascent so we left them at the bottom with Grandma.
Sugary soft drinks in a Bedouin tent high up in the mountains refreshed us en route and I bought a traditional beaded necklace from a stall there.
At the top, the spectacular views of The Monastery made the climb worth it and the views of Petra in the diffused afternoon light were dazzling. We admired them for a while, then walked back down the steps again.
After a day under the blazing hot sun in one of the oldest cities in the world, we had sore legs that would take a week to recover but memories that would last a lifetime.
Once back home, I read a book called "Married to a Bedouin" about a New Zealand born nurse who visited Petra with her friend in 1978, met a bedouin from there, married him and lived there. It was a fascinating glimpse into the lives of the people of Petra .
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