Thursday 14 June 0600
Gulf of Arabia We have travelled 2810.7 Nm from Dubai and we have to travel 45.8 Nm to
our next Port of Aqaba. Heading 16.0
Temperature on desk is 27.4 degrees.
Speeding 19 knots. Wind speed
23.3 knots across the deck.
Aqaba, Jordan. Currency: Jordanian dinar.
We had a
later start today. People have been
talking about this trip to Petra for days.
How it is going be so hot, we have to walk about 4 Kms over rough
terrain both ways and the ship was telling people not to go if you were old or
not fit. I know of a number of people
who cancelled their trip and who decided to stay on board. I am really looking
forward to the trip.
The Port of Aqaba
is interesting as on the West Bank belongs to Israel and the other side belongs
to Jordon and just down the road is Egypt.
Quite a boiling pot of nationalities. Aqaba is a beautiful resort city
with sandy beaches, clear blue waters and a coral reef. The city is clean and modern and much more
pleasing that the small towns we travelled through yesterday when we were in
Egypt.
This area is
where Lawrence of Arabia fought and won the war in 1917 against the Turks and
Germans, you can just imagine him and the Beduin racing through the sand on
their beautiful Arabian horses.
We boarded
the bus about 30 minutes late (again) and headed towards Petra. Petra was built by the Nabataens who
flourished in northern Arabia during time of the Roman Empire. Instead of building, they literally carved a
series of beautiful homes, intricately carved tombs and decorative temples out
of the rock. The name Petra itself
comes from the Greek word for ‘rock’. We
travelled over well paved roads and everything was clear of rubbish and rocks
and sand and more sand. There were a few
villages and a lot of Beduin tents in the sand dunes, goats, camels and sheep.
We had heard
horror stories about how hot it would be, how bad the walk in was and how we
would all die!!! So we were dressed in
cotton clothing, big hats, carrying bottles of water and spare food.
We stopped in
the visitor’s carpark, of course it was noon and not a skerrick of shade. We set off down a hillside, on the left was a
lot of men driving carriages and others pulling horses, offering rides to the
tourists. The slope was OK and although
a little hot, not too bad. We walked
about 1 kilometre and came to a chasm which the Nabtaens/Romans used to carry
water to the city down town. In the upper
regions of the rocks there were a number of carvings to the various Gods.
It was an easy walk down the valley and when
we got to the bottom of the valley and turned a small corner I saw the most
magnificent temple I had ever seen. Khazneh
or the ‘Treasury”
It is an
ancient tomb caved from solid sandstone. Legend has it that pirates left treasure in
the urn that sits on its upper level. The bullet marks on the urn were made by
treasure seekers trying to shoot the urn open.
Heaven knows
how they knew where to start carving.
You can see grooves in both sides of the temple where they hooked in the
scaffolding. Unfortunately you are not allowed inside, but like most of the
tombs etc. there is nothing left inside as most things have either been stolen
by museums or thieves.
We walked further
down the path to the Roman Amphitheatre which archaeologists believe the
stunning 8,000 seat amphitheatre was carved out of the rock not by Romans but
by the Nabtean people in the 2nd century BC. There was much more to see but unfortunately
time did not permit us to go any further down.
After a short
break we stated the trek back up the hill to the carpark. We had to keep jumping out of the way of the
horses and the carriages. I think the
young men thought that they were in some sort of film.
We were to
meet at the bus stop at 1600 and we were all there except for 2 people, we
waited for another hour and they still didn’t come. We had sent out people to look for them but
they still were not found. We had to
leave as we still had to eat and then a 3 ½ hour trip back to the ship.
The
restaurant we went to was up the top of the hill and it over looked the city,
really great. The meal was a mixture of
western and Egyptian, I am still hoping to have a traditional meal
somewhere. The lost couple turned up,
they had got the instructions mixed up and went to the wrong place. We left the restaurant and started the long
drive home.
We arrived about 2000 and the ship sailed not long after. The end of a wonderful day.
Friday 15 June 0700
Red Sea We have travelled 2979.4 Nm from Dubai and we have to travel 446.6 Nm to
our next Port of Alexandria. Heading
225.5 Temperature on desk is 28.5 degrees.
Speeding 11.5 knots. Wind speed
24.7 knots across the deck.
Saturday 16 June 0700
Suez Canal, Egypt We have travelled 3166.7 Nm from Dubai and we have to travel 247.7 Nm to
our next Port of Alexandria. Heading
358.3 Temperature on desk is 23 degrees.
Speeding 9 knots. Wind speed 19.4
knots across the deck.
We were up at
0500 to watch the ship enter the Suez Canal.
The ships go in convoy and we were the first of 17 other ships and we
travelled about 5 knots through 120 miles long, 79 feet deep d 673 feet wide,
from the Mediterranean to the Red Sea.
It is a marvel of workmanship,
1000’s of men working with shovels, dug their way between two countries. There is an environmental problem now as fish
from the Red Sea have travelled into the Mediterranean and causing all sorts of
problems. We moved through the canal and there were about 10 large container
ships waiting to go the other way. Today,
over 17,000 ships pass through the Suez Canal each year.
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Ships look like they are in the sand |
I wandered
into one of the lounges and they were having a fashion show using passengers
and showing off some off some of their lovely clothing and I entered into a
free raffle and won of $50 dress voucher.
I will enjoy choosing something later on in the cruise.
The evening
meal that night was interesting as we had an Arabian night and a lot of the
passengers wore the costumes they had bought over the last couple of
trips. The guys were all wearing the
white robes and headwear and some of the ladies had on belly dancing
outfits. Me, no I wore an Egyptian
caftan, don’t think the ship is ready for me in a belly dancing outfit.