Petra Part 1- 08/11/2019
Due to the vulgar nature of public transport and the unsocial hour I left Wadi Rum, I had to taxi my way to Petra- complete with a prayer break for my driver, which gave me a chance to buy some drinks and snacks. After check in at my hostel, I had a beer at the terrace bar with some beautiful European twenty-somethings, which led to a late dinner down the hill.
In theory, the walk from the gate to Petra and the street leading up to it and my hostel is an easy two hundred metre walk. In practice its all uphill, at a gradient that many cars had trouble with. I soon named this hill The Hill Of Doom. My first time climbing it with those beautiful twenty somethings almost killed me. By the time I left I could manage it only feeling slightly knackered by the time I got to the hostel doors.
The next day I took it very easy. I went for a walk to the less touristy part of town for dinner, helped a local clutch-start his aging Mercedes , before getting a haircut, and accepting the offer of a shave.
It was less scary than I thought, I managed to be appropriately passive as the moustached barber ran the shavette over my face, and tried not to think about Sweeny Todd. After a ten Diner note and a handshake was exchanged I walked into the night air feeling about ten feet tall. I headed back to the hostel for an early night.
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