When I think of Jordan, Sufiyan, our driver, occupies prime position in my flood of memories. While we took in the sights & sounds of all that is enthralling about Jordan, he kept us well-fed and pampered! As we traveled by road from the south of Jordan to the north, he made us sample the distinctive laban (buttermilk) from each region. He brought us local wine, boxes of kanafeh and fruits straight of a tree!
At Petra, my mother & I hired mules to take us to the top of the monastery. The intrepid soldier that she is, she set off for the 8 km, rocky, steepish-in-parts hike along with her stripling of a guide. I got off my trusty steed & decided to use my own two hooves for the climb. Future travelers, beware, while walking up slope, never walk too close behind a mule- they fart.
The climb up to the monastery took my lungs as ransom & I was almost dead by the time I reached this place. These Bedouins offered me shade and tea! I haven’t met more welcoming & warm people than the Bedouins