I loved my tour of Jordan so much that I moved in with the Bedouin
This story was written for Peregrine Adventures and posted on their website on September 5, 2018. Below is an excerpt, but you can read the full article on their website here: https://www.peregrineadventures.com/blog/05/09/2018/reasons-why-travel-jordan/
“Whoa, it’s like looking at the beginning of time”, said Nez, a British guy that I had been travelling with for the last month.
I was sitting on the edge of the wadi in Dana Village. I had never seen anything so stunning. Stunning in the true sense of the word. I was unable to look away.
“I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” I said. “I don’t know how long my eyes would have to look at this to understand the beauty of this place.”
When I was in my early teens, my dumpster-diving grandpa had scored a box of old National Geographic magazines that had been abandoned behind a store. At the time, I was more interested in reading Seventeen Magazine and Tiger Beat, so National Geographic seemed a little on the heavy side. My grandparents refused to let me watch TV, so to curb my boredom, I would whittle my way through the NatGeo magazines that I fanned out around me on the basement floor.
It was in one of these magazines that I first saw a photo of Petra. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that photo was eventually going to change the course of my life. It was a photo of the end of the Siq. The iconic photo that we all know Petra by; the first glimpse of the Treasury.
“What is that?”, I asked myself, “Where is that?”
The caption said “Petra” and I had no idea where in the world that was. Reading the word “Jordan” was also foreign to me, as I had never heard of the country. It is the first photo that I ever remember making my head spin. The first that pulled me into the page and held my gaze. The first that inspired me to go there, to that exact place, to stand in that exact spot.