Amman I found a city somewhat stiff and dull. Arid hills slum contrast with trendy shopping malls saturated European stores and upscale neighborhoods. Abdoun is the most elegant, full of pretentious buildings, gilded columns and other petulancias very common in modern architecture of the Arab countries. The harshness of its landscape and its people not accompanied by a pleasant climate: Snow is common in January and the summers are unbearably hot and dry.
In Amman is home to about three million people, many of whom settled there to escape horrific wars, such as Iraq. I think sadness or frustration of this diaspora is breathed in the atmosphere of the city. Taxi drivers bite, market vendors throw spitting mad all the time as something like a bumble rosary, get angry if you do not buy and roads are often violent fights and squabbles between drivers.
Do not forget those startled awakenings at five o'clock, with the call to prayer, reminding all people that God is waiting
Amid this gloomy environment, mosques sigh loudly from sunrise to sunset. Do not forget those startled awakenings at five o'clock, with the call to prayer, reminding all people that God is waiting and not to miss your appointment.
Perhaps after living in Africa, where the most common reaction of people in markets and streets in front of a stranger was the laughter, the solemnity and seriousness of the Arabs I found it painful. Nor was it easy to find a place to eat well at a reasonable price, because the city lacks a culinary, in contrast to the large number of shops that sell illegal movies downloaded from internet. There you can find all kinds of films or American series long before these have been released in Europe. All for one euro.
I had to go dressed as a nun, with a royal coat of cappuccino cap that covered me from head to toe
I had to go dressed as a nun, with a royal coat of cappuccino cap that covered me from head to toe. Despite the warm, men on the street looking at me through challenging and missed. With this background, the most reasonable thing was to leave Amman and seek out the most precious treasure of Jordan: Petra.
From Amman, You can go for an internal road, or bordering the Dead Sea. I recommend the latter route for its beauty. Leaving the capital is beginning to breathe a calm air, enigmatic country, of sand people, biblical history, unknown legend. I think nobody can ever imagine what it is without having seen Petra. The guidelines say: ancient Nabatean city a, of great splendor and fabulous ruins. Petra, Heritage Site since 1985, is majestic, great and unique in the world.
The road narrows and rocks are now sturdy walls and pink sand. The trail becomes a kind of natural labyrinth and irregular. Is the SIQ
It was the capital of the Nabatean world back in the sixth century BC, absorbed by the Roman Empire about the year 106. This made it a meeting place and trade, until a strong earthquake destroyed in the year 663. The city remained hidden from the world until a Swiss explorer named Ludwig Burckhardt infiltrate 1812 in the occupied territory disguised as an Arab Bedouin.
After payment of a small office, we move into a sand road whose sides lie beautiful splendid forms rocks. Soon, the road narrows and rocks are now sturdy walls and pink sand. The road becomes a kind of natural labyrinth and irregular. This is called The Siq. Followed by a walk and, suddenly and without warning, is faced with an extraordinary open plain dominated by a huge red rock whose facade is carved Treasury. Seeing understand why they have named, really could not have otherwise qualified, is really a treasure, in its fullest sense. I watched motionless paralyzed semejante work, takes me a while to react. This is just the beginning of Petra. Behind this colossal work of art lies the fascinating country I have seen in a while.
I see as a tourist take on a stretcher. He slipped on the narrow road. There are dangerous and slippery cliffs everywhere
I go to the Treasury and find that you can not enter, and not because their access is prohibited, but because the inside is pure rock. I feel and the two keepers of the entrance, happy, photographed me while smoking big cigars. Faced with the formidable rock and turbaned men roaming Arabs with their camels costumes. Also sellers of swords, daggers and knives.
Continuing the route and arrived at theater Novel. Opposite are the royal tombs. Start to ascend to the Aaron Mountain. There are many places where you can climb. Some are very dangerous, not recommended for travelers clumsy. I see as a tourist take on a stretcher. He slipped on the narrow road. There are dangerous and slippery cliffs everywhere. I wonder how many tourists have fallen and died there.
I have more than four hours walking tour and I have not even half of the large territory which is the ancient Nabatean city. At sunset it reach the Stop the Slaughter. The twilight has turned the place into something magical. An amazing set of golden ocher and earth is reflected in the carved. From the highest rock I can see for miles around, the vast desert. I have my heart in my throat by the ecstasy of beauty that gives me this place. I know I'll.
