How could I forget my evening of Monday 19th November 2012.
My first day in Petra had been amazing. But it wasn't over yet. I said goodbye to Michael on the outskirts of Yaser's village and then got a taxi back to my hotel. Yaser had invited me to eat with his family but I wanted to get ready for Petra at night so we agreed to meet for a drink later.
So about 7.30pm we met up in one of the only pubs in Petra. Beer really is expensive in the Arab world, not surprising considering that true Muslims shouldn't drink the stuff. Yaser exuberantly told me about how he and his brothers go on trips down to Aqaba,( which is a tax free zone) and stock their cars up with tons of alcohol and then either sell it at exorbitant prices in Petra or just drink the lot in an immense piss up in a cave. He then told me about his accident on a quad bike down on the Red Sea beaches of Aqaba...again fuelled by alcohol. His arm and hand were still in a complete mess weeks afterwards. Boys will be boys all over the world.
At 9pm we parted company and Yaser in his long flowing Bedouin robe floated off into the night. I headed back to the main entrance and walked back down the Siq which had been lit up by thousands of candles in brown paper bags. It was a dark night and the stars were shining down and it was all so romantic. This was probably one of my only nights when I wished that I had had a partner with me to share the romantic atmosphere all around me with. Unfortunatly my camera wasn't up to the task of taking any photos in such light but I had a go. All I can say is these photos are genuine.
Wow!
And here is one from the Internet
And another
We then listened to a guy on a one string violin and another guy on a piccalo. it was amazing and I loved every minute of it. Walking back along the Siq to my hotel was breathtaking but I felt like I was sleep walking. I was just so tired! I felt really privileged and will never forget my experience of witnessing Petra by night.
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