I came back from Aqaba through Wadi Rum and tried to get to Petra from Ma’an. No transport would go there. Apparently the roads were closed.
I teamed up with a bloke in my hotel and we paid enough money to a man with a Peugeot 504 shared taxi for him to agree to take us there. As we left the plains, the view was like this.
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There didn’t seem to be enough snow to close the country’s major attraction. Still, a bit further along we found the Minister of Something being interviewed for television about how the freak weather conditions were bringing the country to a standstill.
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We were the only tourists to get through that day and the hotels had apparently emptied before the snow. It was a buyer’s market for hotel rooms so I decided to stay. When my companion disappeared in the Peugeot after a few hours, I had the whole enormous, glorious thing to myself. Except for the Bedouin, obviously. They just got on with their normal lives and left me alone.
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