And here come the pictures. There are millions. I can’t even apologise for that, as the place was just immense. Read the previous post if you don’t believe me. I have genuinely attempted to cull the best of the bunch from my thousands of photos though.
Here’s me playing in what’s left of the snow in the hills – I managed to accidentally throw a snowball at myself. Here’s me moments before it landed on my head.
Gorgeous view on the road down to Little Petra.
Me and some form of castle.
Spot the face in the rocks…
At Little Petra…
Bit of history on some mosaics…
Here they are – they’re dead old.
Fab patterns in the sandstone walls…
Didn’t want to holiday on my own, so I brought my mum with me (dressed as a smurf, obviously)
Liked this poster at the hotel…
Petra by night – the path was lit up with lovely paper lanterns…
The moon above the canyon…
Early doors – dawn over Petra
Little bit excited to go in – got my ticket, my map, and my mum – all set!
Entering the canyon…
2,000 year-old water channels carved into the walls of the canyon – pretty impressive!
Sunrise hitting the top of the canyon
First peek at the Treasury
Tombs and caves in the sunshine
The colours and patterns of this sandstone remind me of a Flintstone house
Nearly at the top…
Hell a view though – totally worth the climb!
Then we met Captain Jack Sparrow at the top!
Hell of a dizzying view from the High Place though – look at the tiny people – they’re like ants!
My lovely guide Mohammed
Mohammed shows me his collection of ancient coins found around Petra
A Roman penny
The nice dude who lives up at the high place (Audi) made us tea.
I definitely didn’t dare stand there for a photo!
The hotel decided that just because I was the only one staying there, there was no reason I shouldn’t still get the full buffet experience!