Petra
The Nabataean city carved into rose-red sandstone. The Siq leads you in, the Treasury reveals itself, and you have a whole afternoon of cliff temples ahead.
Jordan was where the trip got biblical — Petra carved into the rose-coloured cliffs, the Dead Sea, the desert of Wadi Rum where Lawrence of Arabia rode through dunes that look like Mars.
We did Jordan in two pieces, around our week in Israel: Amman and Petra first, then back from Tel Aviv to Wadi Rum, the Dead Sea, and across the King's Highway south.
The Nabataean city carved into rose-red sandstone. The Siq leads you in, the Treasury reveals itself, and you have a whole afternoon of cliff temples ahead.
Mars on Earth. Sleep in a Bedouin camp, ride 4×4s through the dunes, watch the rocks change colour at sunset.
The lowest point on Earth. Float on the surface, smear yourself in mineral mud, and watch the sun set behind the West Bank.
The capital. Roman amphitheatre, the citadel, decent food. A practical base, not a destination on its own.
Roman ruins north of Amman — colonnaded streets, an oval forum, two theatres. Quieter than Petra and underrated.