Last night was pretty cold without heating in the room but local dishes served as buffet and the hot water made up for it.  Although there was only one chicken dish cooked with the rice the rest of the dishes were some sort of vegetables cooked in all sort of different ways. Whatever it was the taste was good and I even had a second helping. So we decided to eat in again tonight and made our bookings.

We made our way to Petra site and upon entering the gate we were offered horse ride to the entrance of the site which was about one km away. Thinking that it would make our life easier later on we decided to take the horses in which cost us 7Euros each. It was a long walk further in to the Treasury building and we were hassled to take donkey rides to the Monastery or the sacrificial site which we declined.

As we stopped for lunch (packed) and cay which was rather expensive at 1 Dinar we knew that to get further in we would need a donkey as it was getting hot. In the end we got a donkey each and rode to the museum and back to the Treasury. It would have taken us all day otherwise as Adrian was stopping every few steps to play with the sand or pick up stones.

True to his words Omar was waiting where he dropped us off with the horses thank God but we had to pay him 2 Dinars tip for each horse, him saying that his income is dependent on tips. We were so grateful with him just being there half hour earlier we didn’t argue, but paid up.

It could take us 3 days if we wanted to see everything but it would also cost a substantial amount taking into consideration the horse and donkey rides. The admission fee for one day was 21 Dinars and for 2 days was 29 Dinars, but we only took the one day ticket having planned to go Wadi Rum tomorrow.

When we got back to the hotel, the owner’s kid who had been trying to bite Adrian this morning tried the same trick and even spat at Alison. Alison had to tell the mother off and fortunately we didn’t get thrown out of the hotel as the mother was rather angry claiming that her child was just a kid. Unfortunately she doesn’t know that such behaviour is intolerable in a civilized culture, although she is of Italian background, so we were informed.

After dinner we went into the reception area where movies are shown on tv. I was asked if there was anything I wanted to see and I didn’t fancy watching Indiana Jones. When there was no objection to my choice of The English Patient the receptionist shook his head and mumbled about it being the first time in 7 years that Indiana Jones was not shown. Fancy that, I broke the tradition!!! Of course I had to stay to the end to make sure that no one comes and change it to Indiana Jones.