The locals say the Rose City of Petra
was made by man but Wadi Rum was made by God. And true enough, Wadi Rum, or 'Moon
Valley', is home to some pretty spectactular landscapes.
Dunes and desert
stretch for miles amid the rocky outcrops. And it was from this very area that the British Army Officer T. E. Lawrence led the successful Arab Revolt against the
Ottoman Turks. Later the director David Lean would use these stunning desert
landscapes to great effect in his Oscar winning film Lawrence of Arabia.
Camels and jeeps criss-cross
the area, ferrying visitors between Bedouin tents that offer ample opportunities
to top up on souvenirs and tea before moving on to the next stage of the
Lawrence tour, such as the watering hole Lawrence is said to have used.
Another key site is the Seven
Pillars of Wisdom, a local mountain which is either named after Lawrence's
book of the same name, or vice versa, depending on who you talk to.
To better see the area through Lawrence's eyes, visitors can opt to sleep under the stars (as long as they leave
their details with the local Bedouin police beforehand) and enjoy some Bedouin-style
hospitality in the desert.
And for those with more time on their hands there are many tented camps in the area.
A visit
to the ancient city of Petra in Jordan is a highlight of any trip to Jordan.
Making the approach to Petra down the'siq' - a narrow, winding passageway through the mountains - is an
experience in itself, especially when your guide is as entertaining as mine
was. Mahmoud's knowledge of 'The Rose City' was matched only by his dazzling
array of jokes and anecdotes.
But
exploring the siq is a mere prelude to the point where, as you turn that last
corner, the Treasury tantalisingly reveals itself.
Seen
for the first time, the treasury's carved edifice, hewn from the sandstone
rock, is a truly impressive, if strangely familiar sight, having stared out
from countless travel guides and brochures- not to mention Hollywood romps like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
But
there's a lot more to Petra than the Treasury. A
particular highlight was the visit to the Monastery, made memorable not least
for the perilous donkey ride up to the site.
While
Mahmoud gagged his way up the mountain, his energy levels buoyed by his
60-a-day cigarette habit and the seven sugars he'd been spooning into his
regular cups of tea, I hung on for dear life as my donkey reluctantly
slip-slided up the narrow mountain pathway while it looked for a good spot to
buck its heavy load over the edge and make a bolt for freedom.