Dead Sea to Amman

Floating in the Dead Sea

I suspected that all the tourists that we met in Wadi Rum were doing it all wrong. Starting their trips in Amman, then heading to the Dead Sea before Petra and Wadi Rum. As a result, they did all their pampering at the start of their trip when they didn't need it. We, on the other hand, planned it perfectly. Arriving in the Dead Sea, after several days hiking in the desert and Petra, ready for a day at the spa. And what a day it was.

We started by floating in the Dead Sea before enjoying the best swimming pool ever. It had several jet options to massage everything from your toes to your back.

Salt forming on a rock at the edge of the Dead Sea

After an hour or so, relaxing in the pools, it was time for a salt scrub, mud wrap, massage, and facial. I have one word for it... ahhh. Never felt more alive than after a day of relaxation at the Dead Sea.

Temple of Zeus, Jerash

Our final day in Jordan began with driving to Jerash, north of Amman. I'm happy to say that we only got lost once on the way. We arrived just in time to see the chariot races, according to the Lonely Planet.  However, based on the look of things, the races haven't taken place in a long time. We continued to explore on our own, but before we knew what happened, we found ourselves with a guide. He showed us around the Roman city and, afterwards, only asked for about $75 in exchange for his services. We gave him a lot less and eventually he agreed without to much protest because he "likes Americans".

Oval Plaza, Jerash

Getting from Jerash to Amman proved a little more difficult. For one, Google maps seems to think you can make left turns across concrete barriers and u-turns on highways. Secondly, the grid system, while implemented in the old Roman city of Jerash, failed to be used anywhere else in Jordan. While we did eventually find our way to the citadel, we were trying to find Hashem Restaurant (supposedly the best falafel in Amman).  Rather than continuing by car, we changed strategies and tried to make our way on foot by following the walking tour in the Lonely Planet.  Unfortunately, we couldn't get past the second step and opted for a taxi instead.

Roman Theater, Amman

After finishing our falafels (for the record, not as good as the one we had in Haifa, Israel), we decided to make another attempt at the walking tour, this time in reverse.  And, much like a child's maze, it was easier starting at the end and working our way to the start. We meandered through the various souqs (markets) and paused at the, just closed, Roman Theater before arriving back to the car at the just closed Citadel. At this point, rather than using Google to find our way to the airport, we relied on old-fashioned paper maps. I'm happy to say that, not only can I still read a map, it even proved easier than Google navigation for getting around Amman.

Now as I sit at the airport, waiting for the first leg of my long journey home, I have time to ponder my next trip.

The Rose City

I really do not have words to adequately describe Petra. Every moment upon entering is truly breathtaking. An entire city carved directly from the red rocks lining the valley floor.

The Siq

You enter the city via a siq (a canyon created by tectonic forces rather than water) with 80 meter high ways of red stone on either side. This alone is worth a visit. At the end of the siq, the city opens up before you with the awe inspiring Treasury front and center. The Treasury is what must people think of as Petra.

First peek at the Treasury

The Treasury

After a brief exploration of the area surrounding the Treasury, we decided to get the climb to the monastery over with. The Monastery is the second most photographed site after the treasury but requires climbing 800 steps to reach it. My legs were not happy with the choice but all was forgotten upon reaching the top. Like the Treasury, the Monastery lives up to the hype. We finished our first day at Petra by visiting the Royal Tombs while the sun descended coloring the already red rocks into a deeper hue.

The Monastery

Royal Tombs

Royal Tombs

Royal Tombs

In the evening, rather than eating at one of the many overpriced options, we opted instead to learn to cook a traditional Jordanian meal at Petra Kitchen. Although every dish we made at our station (we were broken into three groups) seemed to use the same ingredients (tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers) they all turned in to uniquely dissent dishes.

For day two in Petra, we choose to make another climb. This time to the High Place of Sacrifice. And it was definitely high. Perhaps, not as many steps as to the Monastery, but definitely close.  After 45 +/- minutes we made it to the top and to one of the better vistas in Petra.  We took some time at the top to just sit and enjoy (and rest our aching muscles) before heading back down to the valley floor.  We stopped at the Petra Museum (just skip this if you ever go to Petra) before visiting another of the Royal Tombs.  After admiring the theater and the Treasury one more time, we called it a day.  Petra alone, is worth a trip to Jordan.  I definitely recommend it if you have the chance.

View from the High Place of Sacrifice

Lucinda of Arabia

We gave ourselves an hour and a half to get from our hotel, across the border and into our rental car to drive to Wadi Rum. This proved too short. First we missed the visa line at the Jordanian border and had to go to the back of the passport line again once we received it. Then we took a taxi to the Intercontinental hotel to the Avis counter only to learn that it moved to downtown. After another taxi ride to the Avis office we had to wait ten minutes for the manager to arrive. This gave us only 20 minutes to make the hour long drive to Wadi Rum. Needless to say, we were late.

Mehedi meet us in the Wadi Rum village for our 4x4 tour through the beautiful red and white rock formations, sand dunes and vistas.  It was so beautiful, I had to add a lot of pictures, below.

View from Lawrence Spring

Colleen and I on top of Lawrence Spring

Camel Tour Group taking a Rest

Khazali Canyon

Running Down the Red Sand Dunes

Resting among the Anfishieh Inscriptions 

We stopped for lunch near a large red formation and rested while Mehedi made us lunch. I'm not sure exactly what we ate. Some mixture of fresh vegetables and mysterious canned meat. This was served along with hot, and very sweet tea, flat bread and salad of tomatoes and peppers.

Lunch Stop

After lunch we continued our desert tour. First stop was to Lawrence's House or at least what remains of it. TE Lawrence is said to have camped out there. Then we stopped at the Umm Fruth Rock Bridge where I scrambled to the top, unharmed. My phone, unfortunately, was injured in the quest but will hopefully last long enough to recover the great panoramic shots of the desert.

Lawrence's House

Standing on Top of the Um Frouth Arch

Sunset in the Desert

Camp

After our day conquering the desert, we spent the night in a Bedouin camp. They prepared our meal similar to the ancient Hawaiian's, by digging a hole in the ground and filling it with charcoal before adding a large pot that held chicken on one tray and potatoes and onions on another.  So far away from any lights, the stars were amazing but the bitter cold kept me from enjoying it too long. To stay warm, I slept fully clothed with a beanie, hoodie, and down jacket on along with two heavy blankets.  In the morning, it was time to pack up and head for Petra.

Dinner

New Years at the Beach

Jaffa Fort

New year's eve was a day of relaxation after several busy days touring. We went to bed early the night before and took our time waking up before heading out. We walked along the beach to the small town of Jaffa.  After exploring the old city we popped in to a cafe for lunch and to escape the rain and then slowly meandered our way back to the hotel. A glass of wine, a book and a nap felt like the perfect way to spend the afternoon.

After a short nap, we headed out to dinner to celebrate new year's. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that we didn't make it to midnight but we managed to come really close. We were both tired and had to wake up early for our flight to Eilat.

View of Tel Aviv from our hotel

I'm not sure, but I suspect that Colleen and I were subjected to extra screening due to her trip to Morocco a few years ago. We presented out passports to an attendant at the airport and after she looked at every page of each she started questioning Colleen about her trip to Morocco. She then, still holding both passports went to spell with someone who again flipped through each page of both passports. Next thing we knew, we were removing all electronics from it carry on luggage and watched as the swiped every item inside and out of the bags, put them through a scanner and proceed to remove and look at every credit card in my wallet before informing us that it was to early to check in. At this point we were given the option of leaving out bags with them for an hour or conducting the entire screening again. We chose the first option. Everything we kept with us (coats, wallets, kindle) had to be scanned again, but afterwards we were escorted past the regular screening, directly to the gate.

Eilat is a lot like what I imagine Atlantic City to be like but without the casinos. We walked along the boardwalk on the coast of the Red Sea and it was filled from end to end with shops, restaurants.  and various rides and amusements. Just off the boardwalk is King City, an amusement park with a biblical theme. Since we were not in the mood to check it out we just relaxed and prepared for our trip to Jordan.