As we navigated the darkness by the warm glow of candles down the never-ending siq towards the treasury, I couldn’t think of a more fitting ending to our time spent at one of the greatest sites our world has to offer, Petra.
Rewind a few days earlier…
We arrived in Wadi Musa on a small minibus a few hours after leaving Amman passing by road signs pointing in the direction of Saudi Arabia and Iraq helping to remind us we were certainly a long way from home. We were surprised to arrive at what we thought would be a small village but instead, was a good sized bustling town. We were met at the station by the charismatic owner of Sabaa Hotel, Ibraham, who promptly drove us up the hill to his guesthouse which would be our base over the next few days. Ibraham and his English wife Gail were full of advice and suggestions for how we should go about tackling the massive site of Petra. We decided to wait until the following morning to make the journey down the hill.
