13.04.2017 - 14.04.2017
The English guy, Dutch guy, and a Swedish guy also staying at my hostel were all on the Petra bus with me. The English guy parted ways and stayed in a different hostel in Petra, but the rest of us all went to the same hostel, same dorm room again which was nice. We also all ended up doing the Wadi Rum overnight tour together through the hostel so I felt like I had my own little friend group for a few days.
Petra doesn’t get much rain, but the day we arrived there was an on and off torrential downpour and a tremendous thunderstorm. We decided against visiting Petra that day and hid out in the hostel. The hostel has a nightly homemade buffet that I had signed up for the first night. There were about twenty dishes, most being vegetarian. I can't imagine the amount of work that goes into making those on the daily.
After dinner we had planned to go to the Petra by Night show, but the weather had other plans. It was cancelled due to continuing torrential downpour. Sadly the Petra by Night show only runs a few times a week and that was the only night I would be there while it was happening. The famous treasury area is lit up by candles and I could have gotten some more photo opportunities.
There was a few shuttle from the hostel to Petra, but the first shuttle in the morning wasn’t until after seven. Since we had already missed a day because of the rain and crowds tend to be thinner earlier in the morning, the Dutch guy and I decided to just walk to Petra so we could get there right when it opened at 6am.
We first walked the main path to the end, passing the treasury and other notable buildings. The rest of the day we hiked various trails including the hike up to the monastery the hike to the holy sacrifice and the path up to the famous view of the treasury.
I am not as in shape as the Dutch guy, but I managed the trails, albeit always trailing behind him. Most of the trails were steep with a lot of up hill walking or walking up seemingly never-ending stairs. I had an extra battery in my backpack but I realized upon entering Petra that morning that my camera battery was almost dead and the other one I brought was also dead. When will I ever learn my lesson to always double check the night before how charged my camera is and making sure my extra battery isn’t a dead one?! As a result I tried to take photos sparingly, but might have gotten a little carried away taking photos of the many donkeys, goats and cats throughout Petra. I actually didn’t know about the best view of the treasury until well after my camera died and my phone was about to die, so for some of the best views of the day I didn’t have very many photos of.
The trails themselves, though challenging at times were peaceful and scenic. It was amazing the number of cats we came across pretty high up on trails. There were also Nubians selling souvenirs on all the trails. Many of them have to walk hours every day from their villages and then up a steep trail to sell their wares.
Even though by that point of the day I was exhausted and going up yet another set of steep stairs was no the most enjoyable, on the trail up to the treasury view we encountered a whole herd of goats. There were even some babies.
The worst part of the day was that we hadn’t correctly calculated how far the main entrance was from where we were. We had about half an hour to get to the front to catch the 5pm shuttle, but it took us a lot longer then anticipated. I was walking as fast as I could, but at that point in the day my legs were so sore that it was painful. We just barely made the shuttle thanks to the Dutch guy running ahead and asking him to wait a minute. In total we walked for eleven hours with much of the time hiking the crazy trails. I think if I was by myself I would have been lazy and not done so many of the more challenging ones, but I was grateful to have met the Dutch guy so I would do more of the trails and experience the gorgeous views from the top. It was nice having the company too.
Back at the hostel I hobbled back to my room and called it an early night. It took about four days for the soreness in my legs to go away. I don’t recall my legs ever being that sore, even after the start of the T25 workout back home.
The next day the bus picked the three of us up to go to Wadi Rum.