Day 1: Monastery Love
My overly broad conclusion after meeting various Bedouins in Petra: those who half-heartedly attempt to sell objects d'art, such as miniature stuffed camels, are warm and hospitable, while those who rent donkeys are jerks.
She probably wasn't a complete jerk...but you never know
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Heading toward the monastery trail
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About halfway up, I encountered two American women on their second day in Petra accompanied by a couple Bedouin boys they had met the day before. I joined them to better push myself through the hike.
Californian Rachel had been living in Jerusalem for a while and Arizona native Saundra was in the midst of an epic solo journey around the worldshe had already completed 2 years of travels. I listened enviously to her tales of kayaking in India and jungle adventures in Vietnam, and wished I'd had time to spend 2 weeks in Dahab as she did. They met in Israel and enjoyed each other's company so much they decided to travel to Sinai and Jordan together.
800 steps starting...now! |
The climb up was fraught with melodrama... 23-year-old Adnan was crushing desperately on Rachel, while Saundra was exasperated with Rachel's inappropriate behavior after too many weeks together, but it was all pretty amusing and took my mind off the climb. We constantly dodged tourists uncomfortably perched on donkeys lumbering along the rocky path, grasping desperately at their swinging belongings. Occasionally, a nasty donkey driver would whack his steed with a stick as Rachel cried animal abuse. Adnan was passionate about the evils of Israel, while Rachel argued its merits. An 18-year-old Sami simply grinned all afternoon.
On the way up
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Al-Deirthe monasteryis a stunning sight. Petra's second-most famous façade, it is built on a colossal scale, cradled deep within the rock face. The setting is spectacular, with mountains rising up behind it, and looks best in afternoon light. Originally a tomb, Christians later turned it into a monastery.
View from our cave lunch spot |
Adnan, acting very put-upon, stomped ungraciously up to a cave facing Al-Deir, where we ate the lunches we'd brought with us. We moved back outside when the stench of donkey urine intensified. Rachel and Saundra had actually come prepared with extra water, canned hummus, and cheese, while I snacked on a leftover fry sandwich from the previous night. Yes, I lunched on a smushed day-old hero stuffed with soggy French fries. Beggars can't be choosers.
Ego bruised, Adnan stormed off, while Sami hung around uncertainly. Rachel wheedled him to continue "guiding" us. We climbed farther to a spot I believe is known simply as the viewing place. As advertised, the vantage point over the valley was breathtaking.
Al-Deir from the viewpoint
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Abid's shop (with Abid in shadow)
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Abid was eager to entertain us, but had only two cups for the three of us. While we took turns sipping the sickeningly sweet "Bedouin whiskey," he explained that Adnan is very young and was obviously taking things too seriously. Rachel nodded understandingly while proceeding to aim the full force of her flirt at Abid. I rolled my eyes toward Saundra so many times that they were in danger of popping out.
Abid and Sami tried to convince us that this spot had an amazing sunset. As appealing as that sounded, it was only 4pm and no one wanted to hike almost 2 hours back to the entrance in darkness. Time to move on. As the only person who had feigned interest in Abid's shop that afternoon had been a man with slight vertigo trying to distract himself from the view, Abid decided to close up. His beautiful donkey, which was clearly loved and well treated, waited patiently while Abid loaded his wares on its back.
The climb was nerve-racking but exhilarating, and as I cautiously leaned over the Urn's ledge and peered at the ant-like tourists far below, I was crushed that I ran out of film. Meanwhile, Abid tried to impress Rachel with his ability to climb up what I've chosen to call the steeple, dangling precariously while we screamed. When we noticed we'd inspired a few more people to ignore the "NO CLIMBING" signs, we dutifully descended.
Going back to central Petra doesn't really take any less time than going up. Adnan floated in and out, sometimes appearing at peace, sometimes still bitter, sometimes he'd walk with us in silence, sometimes he'd disappear. It was strange. Sami loyally stuck with us, as did our new buddy Abid. Donkeys flowed past, often driven by overenthusiastic children who'd seen one too many American cowboy flicks. Sami and Abid tried to persuade us to do the hike above the treasury. They claimed it would only be 45 minutes, but Saundra and I knew better; tired and craving ice cream, we headed on out and left energetic/spastic Rachel to do another hike.
Out in Wadi Musa, I tried to wait for Rachel with Saundra, but the "shuttle" (taxi provided by my hotel) was eager to get back, so I left Saundra there alone. I never knew if anything happened on the hike, but Rachel was pretty oblivious to danger and that approach seemed to work for her.
The monastery climb was hard but very gratifying. As always, it was an adventure. I learned that even enlightened independent travelers refuse to modify their behaviors while traveling. I learned through a smelly encounter that caves are essentially donkey garages. I learned that donkey guys are jerks. Also, there were some ancient carvings. It was a great first day in Petra.