One of the few photos I caught of Brian… he’s a fast kid. I’m not sure what the thing hanging from the arrow is… I couldn’t help but think it was equivalent to one of those ‘weather rock’ pieces, you know, if it’s wet, it’s raining; if it’s swaying, it’s windy; if it’s white, it’s snowing, etc. In this case it would be: if you touch it, and your finger melts, it’s daytime in July.
The Siq itself is its own tourist attraction. We weren’t there at the ‘ideal’ time of day. The light was bright and harsh. Nor were we there in the ideal season. One of the local carriage drivers told me the winter was best because the rains wash away the dust and the colors of the rocks and trees are more vivid. I thought it was still spectacular… even hot, washed in dust, and too bright to look at.
On one hand, the place felt MASSIVE.
and yet in other places, you could feel the presence of past lives in a way that way cozy and comfortable.
One of the ancient water channels.
Even dusty, the rock was beautiful. Yellow, black, white, pink, red, orange…. simply stunning. And huge.
The shade was also blessed relief, and notice the greenery… all the way through there was birdsong, and even the occasional chirping of what might have been a cricket or lizards. That was unexpected, and very pretty.
One of the carriages. Not a comfy ride at all, but so nice to have at the end of the day.
Our littlest adventurer – notice she’s standing on a stone roadway, the reason why the carriage ride was torture, but still, very cool, and the water channels continuing along the walls.
We saw a number of carvings along the way.
Honor and I take a much needed water break, one of many, in the shade of these great walls.
Hard work just getting this far, and for what??
oh, yea…
2 comments:
Oh, I love Petra... so much fun!!
W.O.W that is amazing. How cool!!!
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