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.
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.
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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