Little Petra

For days, our schedule has required that we wake before dawn, but this morning, we sleep until nearly 7:00 A.M. We will visit Little Petra in the afternoon, but have the morning free and a group of us have arranged a visit to a Turkish Bath. We enjoy an elaborate buffet breakfast overlooking the rock canyons adjacent to our hotel and at 9:00 A.M. are picked up by taxis and taken to the bath. Stephanie, Sandy and I are in one of the first taxis to arrive at the baths and we are ushered downstairs into the foyer. We each pay our $30, all inclusive, for the procedure, tip, and the round trip taxi service.

It has been nearly 40 years since I enjoyed a Turkish Bath in Istanbul, as a lone back packer; where ample women with pendulous breasts and voluminous baggy underwear scraped and massaged me into cleanliness. Todays procedure is more industrial, and wearing the advised swim suit, I obediently follow directions and the three of us are ushered into the steam room. Initially, I am disoriented with all vision obliterated by the clouds of steam. I grope my way and find a seat along the wall of the marble room and within seconds am finding it difficult to breath. A fellow "steamer" invisible within the mist, suggests that by putting ones head down, breathing will be easier. I lower my head between my knees and take a welcome breath of cooler air. Although I cannot see my other steam mates, I believe that there are about 9 of us within this room and we dutifully sit and sweat for 12 - 15 minutes. During this time, groups of three or four enter and prior groups exit. It is soon our turn to rotate out and a heavy set man enters, taps our shoulders, and the three of us follow him to the outer room. He motions for us to lie down upon a raised marble slab and with some effort, I climb up onto it, slipping and sliding and positioning myself face down as instructed. The marble slab is intensely hot and wet with water. Our torturer repeatedly flings buckets of ice cold water upon us and I somewhat enjoy the contrast of the cold water against my overheated body. Some minutes later, we are instructed to turn over and cold water is again flung onto us. My body has adjusted to the intense heat of the marble slab and I am relaxing into the experience. It is doubtful if this part of the procedure lasts more than 10 minutes before we are ushered back into the steam room for another period of intense sweating. Stephanie, Sandy and I are again removed from the steam room, this time individually, and escorted into private rooms where again, we are placed upon a heated slab. By this point, my body has relaxed into jello. I am face down and the practiced masseur, with one motion, jerks my one piece swim suit down around my hips and begins intensely kneading and scraping my back. As if on a spit, I am modestly rotated until all sides of me are scrubbed clean. The procedure is somewhat painful, but my tight muscles relax and the skin scraping is cleansing. A limp 20 minutes later and after a hot shower, I am cleansed. Back within the lounge, we all drink tea and those of us who wish, may smoke a water pipe.

Shortly after lunch we board our three busses to drive to Little Petra. Had we visited Little Petra first, I would have been awe struck; but yesterdays visit into Petra; one of the wonders of the world, dwarfs Little Petra. Rooms and treasuries of all sizes are carved into the cliffs and the afternoon light casts a magical glow. Stephanie and I leave the group to hike up a rock hewn stairway; a monolithic rock formation hovers at the peak of the staircase. I want to climb down the other side of the staircase and explore the canyon beyond, but we are called back to the group and all too quickly are herded back onto the busses.

Stephanie writes: "What I found amazing about Petra (Greek word for rock), is not only the truly magnificent wonderland of the full spectrum of color but the unbelievable accomplishments of the Nabataeaens. (a Semitic tribe dating back to at least the 6th century B.C.) Our guides, who were also scholars, were able to share information that had to do with the rich history of this land and these people who possessed the ingenuity to build canals and cisterns, carved into the rock to bring water. Petra was on the Caravan route from Yemen to the ports of the Mediterranean Sea. The Caravan trade route is what we were trying to depict as a part of the documentary that Gary Young and Mary Young of Young Living Oils were producing in the filming of " The Frankincense Trail." The Nabataeaens ruled for quite a while and sculpted remarkable temples; the Treasurey building ( where the frankincense was stored) tombs, caves, stairways, monastaries, theaters; all carved out of the natural rocks in organic color. All this was created by people who I had never heard of prior to this day. Petra and Little Petra; both a most magnificent wonder of this world. It is also amazing because everywhere you look within these rocks there are sculptures; some natural and some not. It is all quite haunting……."

At 4:00 P.M. we have a mandatory group meeting in the conference room at the hotel. A few in our group will leave tonight to fly home, but the majority of us have another full day and will take a tour along the Dead Sea en-route back to the airport in Amman.

After the meeting, Stephanie, Sandy and I walk the short distance into town to shop and to eat dinner. We buy last minute souvenirs and have dinner at a local restaurant. I wish for a beer with my meal, but no alcohol is served in the town; only at the tourist hotels. My meal of skewered chicken, rice and hummus is nothing exceptional, but the mint lemonades that the three of us order are incredible. The frothy green elixir is more like a milkshake than lemonade, and my desire for a beer is quickly forgotten.