There is a moment at the end of the Siq that no photograph has ever managed to do properly. You have been walking for twenty minutes down a crack in the rock barely three metres wide, cool and blue and echoing, with a slot of sky far overhead. Then the wall on your right simply stops — and two thousand years of carved rose-coloured stone is standing there in the sun, a hundred and forty feet of it, and your brain refuses the scale for a second or two. That is Petra. It is one of six or seven days on this trip that do that to you.
The momentsWhat you’ll remember
- The Treasury at first light — in through the Siq before the gates get busy, when the facade is lit and the forecourt is nearly empty. Go early, or you are sharing it with four hundred people.
- A night in Wadi Rum — dinner cooked underground in a bedouin camp, then the lanterns go out. There is no settlement for a hundred kilometres in any direction and the Milky Way does something to the sky you will try to describe for years.
- Floating in the Dead Sea — 430 metres below sea level, the lowest dry land on the planet, in water so dense you physically cannot sink. It is the single most ridiculous ten minutes in travel.
- The Monastery climb — eight hundred steps above Petra to a facade even bigger than the Treasury, with a fraction of the crowd and a view over the Wadi Araba at the top.
- Jerash — a Roman provincial city with its colonnaded street, forum and two theatres still standing. If it were in Italy it would be mobbed. Here you can have a morning nearly to yourself.
- Dinner in Amman — the food is the quiet reason people come back. Mansaf, mezze that keeps arriving, and a coffee culture that runs late.
