Plundering the Treasury

petra jordan siq entrance eva the dragon 2013 v2

Voices rumbled against the Siq’s walls.  Braying donkeys echoed through the canyon.  Camels honked and the din grew louder.

“What is going on?” Louise asked.

“We’re almost there.  Keep going.  Around the corner.”

Breaking into the sunlight, we found ourselves in a market square directly in front of the Treasury.

tourists around treasury at petra by eva the dragon 2013

Petra continues to be a thriving city.

Coffee shops and gift stalls surrounded small herds of donkeys and camels waiting to transport the weary.  Children and women peddled jewelry, scarves and souvenirs made in China.  Dirty boys walked around selling postcards.  Young men showcased their horse riding and rock climbing skills for the young women.  Even in its ruined state, the Treasury is magnificent and lively.  I easily imagined the Romans, Arabs, Egyptians and other foreigners converging and trading both goods and stories.

We snapped photos and enjoyed the scene.  However, it would have been nice to have a little distance from the hundreds of “other” tourists snapping photos.

Our plan was to be in Petra for the Wednesday night, candlelight tour to the Treasury.  When we inquired about the tour, the man behind the ticket counter told us, “It has been cancelled.”

“Why?  That is why we came today!  We are so disappointed.”

“I am sorry.  There has been trouble,” he informed us, giving us a look “if you only knew”.

Hmmm.  The Bedouin run Petra.  If there was “trouble”, it meant they were crossed.

Still, we were happy. It was a beautiful day.  There was a lot more to explore.

I sipped tea as Louise interrogated the security guards about the whereabouts of the elusive Marguerite.

To be continued…..

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Seana mallen
    Oct 25, 2013 @ 10:03:12

    What a shame that you couldn’t do the candle light tour. It is magic. Walking throught the siq in the dark, and then the plaza in fromnt of the treasury filled with tea lights in brown paper bags… Such a simple idea, but glorious. There was haunting flute music, an oud player, I don’t really remember the entertainment clearly, but Th feeling of sitting under the millions of stars in that magnificent ancient place will stay with me forever…

    The next day I rode a camel, the saddle fell off,and I ended up at Queen Rania hostal, it that’s another story!

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