The midday sun sliced down through Petra’s Siq like a laser. Jordan’s heat was stifling.
We’d arranged to meet our guide Khaled before daybreak to start this journey. For six and a half rugged hours we trekked across the parched terrain till we found ourselves, belly-down, inching toward a crumbling precipice. Below, the famous carved-in-sandstone Treasury. I got the twirlies and wiggled back like a cowering cur to the only safe place I could find.
Was it all worth it? I’d do it again in a heartbeat.