And thus we found ourselves on our way to Petra.
Magical, Mysterious Petra. We weren't searching for the grail, but for a new adventure. The kind of journey that you dream of as a boy but don't ever get a chance to experience until you have walked through the land of milk and honey to work off the 613 waffles you consumed.
So much happened there I am not sure that I can even describe it. There was the crazy camel and the looney bus driver. There were the silly American tourists and frankly the bizarre Canadians.
And don't get me started about the comparison between a bull whip and wrapping leather straps around your arm and head for a sunrise you couldn't possibly imagine. What a day.