Mystery Wonders
Lost City of Petra

The lost city of Petra in Jordan - named as one of the new 7 Wonders of the World - is a majestic place thousands of years old that still holds hidden secrets waiting to be unveiled. In 1812 the site was re-discovered by the first European, Swiss explorer Johann Ludwig Burckhardt , who had spent many years studying Arabic and the history of Islam. Archaeological excavations in the area have shown that the area was first occupied more than 9000 years ago. The name of the site is called ‘Petra’, a Greek word meaning ‘Rock’, because the city was carved inside red-rose sandstone rock. The city of Petra is comprised of hundreds of tombs, houses, a theatre that could fit more than 3000 people, temples, obelisks, and altars where animals were sacrificed to calm the angry gods or ask them for favours. The entrance to the city is through a very narrow path about 1km wide with a cliff on each side, and the first thing you see when you enter is the carved Treasury (Al Khazneh). Scholars disagree with the title pointing out that the Treasury is a ceremonial tomb. Only 15% of the city has yet been uncovered, the other 85% remaining untouched underground. This mysterious site was occupied by many different tribes over its history. Based on traditional stories, the first known tribe to occupy the area was the Edomites, of which very little is known. Later, at about 300 BCE, an Arab polytheistic tribe named the Nabateans migrated to the area. It was after that time that Petra flourished and became the capital of their kingdom. Nabateans are considered the builders of Petra, a tribe that was so famous they were mentioned by many different civilizations at the time, and records containing references to them were found in ancient Greece, China and the Roman Empire. Yet little is known about the Nabateans and their society, and most of what we know comes from the scholar Strabon. Petra is the city in which Indiana Jones hunted for the Holy Grail in the movie Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade . One of the Myths concerning Petra originates from the Crusaders and states that it was somewhere in this area that Moses struck a rock to bring water to the Israelites when they fled Egypt. Another myth has to do with treasures hidden in the Treasury. Many treasure hunters have shot upon the façade in search of them, the scars of which can still be seen. Excavations are on-going, and more secrets are being revealed. One of the latest excavations to puzzle archaeologists brought to light Hellenistic style artwork more than 2000 years old depicting a child with wings playing the flute. Is it possible for such a magnificent, famous city to have been built by the ‘primitive’ Nabataean tribe more than 2000 years ago without some kind of help? Hopefully the unexcavated 85% of the city will someday answer that question.


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A rose-red city half as old as time; though these words sound like the opening lyrics to a love song, they’re instead penned by a poet and speak of an ancient civilization that carved evidence of their history deep into the soft sandstone rocks jutting toward the soft blue Jordanian skies. Wandering through the miles of sandy roads, the nubby domes of eroded mountains visible in every direction, I was overwhelmed the moment I stepped into this ancient civilization. How did they do it? Why did they carve such beautiful structures into the side of the towering rocks? And I wondered even more, since sandstone is so delicate, why is the evidence still here a full two thousand years later? So let’s just say I was curious about Petra before we arrived, and once there, the answers to those questions depend on who you ask:

Ask a historian and he’ll point you to ancient religious texts and the scarce written accounts that still exist from philosophers of the time. The archaeologists point to their excavations and aerial imaging mapping out the remnants of city still buried under the sand. And the mythologist? Well, he instead gathers stories, legends, the tales passed down through time and shaped througout history. But with the lens of hindsight on all of the information I absorbed while there, let’s take a look at Petra through a happy lens of all three meshed into one…a lens where history, archaeology, and myth meet in a still partially unexplained ancient mystery.

The views over the Petra valley spread wide from my thin ledge at a small park in Wadi Musa, Jordan, the deep shadows accentuating the towering height of the rocks. Just minutes into our Petra journey and already we’re confronted with one of the myths suffusing this ancient city. We’re spending the night in Wadi Musa, which means the Valley of Moses, and this small tourist town, the town closest to Petra, shoulders a tenuous connection to the biblical past.

Looking down into the clefts of rock it was easy to see why the Crusaders wrote Moses into Petra’s history, alleging that somewhere in that tangled maze below Moses struck a rock to bring forth water to the Israelites; the tale holds possible truths but no matter the verity, it forever linked Moses to this imposing sight…and you can bet that was a job well done for the Crusaders, who had no idea this city would last for so long. Taking in the aerial views was just the beginning, but unlike the epic descent of Indiana Jones into the ancient city, we took slower pace once inside. We shielded the bright sunlight with our red Jordanian keffiyeh and walk the streets as the horse-drawn carriages passed, laden down with the tourists unable to navigate the miles of rocky roads winding through the city.

Within minutes of entering Petra, the first examples of rock-carved architecture danced to life from the sandstone and the precise, sharp lines jutting from the pale rocks could have been sliced from the rock a hundred years ago, instead of two thousand. I looked at those rocks with a snap of realization…this day at Petra isn’t akin to walking through a museum with its carefully displayed information and artifact-filled glass domes. No, Petra was once a thriving city and a hub on the caravan trade route meaning the city holds miles of roads, paths, and structures, each piece of their civilization is still standing in it’s original spot, open to the elements and to the imposing blue skies.

Well, blue skies for a bit, at least. The white sunshine dimmed as we entered a deep cleft in the rocks, narrow and tunnel-like, the sun was a mere blip overhead, sprinkling sunlight into the cracks only briefly as my eyes darted upward toward the patches of blue. The passageways unfolded slowly and I felt like a small ant scurrying between the rocks, imposing in their stark rise from the sandy floor. When I was inside the rock passageway leading to the Treasury I was a mere speck compared to the soaring height surrounding me; the walls loom overhead, their smooth surface belying the ancient earthquake that likely ripped the rocks apart into the current chasm. I was intimidated by the size for the first several minutes, and it wasn’t until we entered a small, more open courtyard that I noticed a carved channel gently slopping downward, descending with us deeper into the city. The shallow channel was a clever way for the Nabataeans to carry fresh water throughout the city and combat the dry, arid temperatures. The desert climate is so seemingly inhospitable to a city-dweller like myself, and yet, like the Romans, the Nabatea created a rain-collection, storage, and transportation system that made this huge city an oasis in the middle of a seemingly stark, dry desert. Unlike the Romans though, the Nabatea only left small clues about the whys and the hows.

An hour after walking into Petra, I had finally penetrated the city deep enough to pass through the Siq, the last narrow and darkly lit pathway guarding the Al Khazneh, better known as the Treasury. The keyhole-like cleft in the rock teased me on approach. It was taller than I imagined, and more detailed. Likely carved around 100 B.C.E., the details still etched into the soft sandstone rock speak to why so many myths and stories circulate today. Is there a bounty of treasury hidden under the this carved rock? Some Bedouin through the decades have believed this story and the pockmarked surface from gun shots aimed at the upper Urn speak to a shared yearning and dream for undiscovered treasures.

Archaeologists discount claims that the Treasury’s elaborate facade was built to house the booty of an Egyptian Pharaoh, instead research proved the urn on top is completely sandstone, not hidden treasure. The historians counter that the Treasury is, like many of the other huge sandstone facades, a colossal burial tomb. Little is actually known about the Nabataean though, so in my mind I look at smooth columns and eroded statues and imagine the mythological gods and goddess that once adorned the surface. These imagined symbols of Nabataean faith would have jutted life-like out of the sandstone and then journeyed through the day as a riot of colors matching the sun’s movement across the sky. Rose-red in the soft morning light would give way to yellows and browns in the harsh light of midday before a burnt, deep orange would settle over the sandstone gods as the sun took a final bow to the creative imagination and skill of the Nabatea.

Once impressed with these first sights of Petra, and the fanciful imagining of gods that may have never existed, I moved on to the Street of Facades. Or rather, a parade of carved out tombs, that pale in individual comparison to the Treasury, but when viewed in succession they are gorgeous in their own right. All of these were just warming me up through. I hadn’t actually entered the heart of the city at that point and was instead struck with awe as a wide expanse of what was once a bustling city opened up before me. Dark black holes dotted every rock wall within sight, miles and miles of sandstone rocks, enough housing hidden inside the rock to hold thousands. And like most cities, the large Roman-style amphitheater sits prominently within the center of town, facing yet another huge wall of tombs rising out of the rocks; at least that’s the best guess. Again, without written documents from the time, Petra remains a bit of a mystery and the Nabataean continue to closely guard their secrets for perhaps another millennium. Examining the details showed layers upon layers of tinted sandstone, the ribbons of red, orange, yellow and brown creating distinct patterns on the columns and tombs. In fact, it is exactly this inherent quality unique to sandstone that lends these tombs and facades such a regal elegance and lasting beauty. No paint, design, or ornate intricacies could have ever matched nature’s paintbrush for this ancient site.

I may have been hiking modern paths carved into the desert for tourists, but the curve of the current roads echo the same streets that bore the camels and caravans populating our ancient stories, myths, and religious texts. Capping off the day of poking around Petra’s ruins was a hike to the Monastery, Ad-Dayr, which sits high on a mountainside carved deeply into a raw wall of rock . Though not as touted as the Treasury down below, I think the Monastery better showed the grand scale of these structures that were carved right out of the side of tall, sheer mountains. The Monastery, likely also a tomb but re-purposed by the Crusaders and those later in history, sits tall and proud against the cerulean sky.

A Little History…The Myth and Mystery of Petra A rose-red city half as old as time; though these words sound like the opening lyrics to a love song, they’re instead penned by a poet and speak of an ancient civilization that carved evidence of their history deep into the soft sandstone rocks jutting toward the soft blue Jordanian skies. Wandering through the miles of sandy roads, the nubby domes of eroded mountains visible in every direction, I was overwhelmed the moment I stepped into this ancient civilization. How did they do it? Why did they carve such beautiful structures into the side of the towering rocks? And I wondered even more, since sandstone is so delicate, why is the evidence still here a full two thousand years later? History in Petra Valley from Wadi Musa So let’s just say I was curious about Petra before we arrived, and once there, the answers to those questions depend on who you ask: Ask a historian and he’ll point you to ancient religious texts and the scarce written accounts that still exist from philosophers of the time. The archaeologists point to their excavations and aerial imaging mapping out the remnants of city still buried under the sand. And the mythologist? Well, he instead gathers stories, legends, the tales passed down through time and shaped througout history. But with the lens of hindsight on all of the information I absorbed while there, let’s take a look at Petra through a happy lens of all three meshed into one…a lens where history, archaeology, and myth meet in a still partially unexplained ancient mystery. *** The views over the Petra valley spread wide from my thin ledge at a small park in Wadi Musa, Jordan, the deep shadows accentuating the towering height of the rocks. Just minutes into our Petra journey and already we’re confronted with one of the myths suffusing this ancient city. We’re spending the night in Wadi Musa, which means the Valley of Moses, and this small tourist town, the town closest to Petra, shoulders a tenuous connection to the biblical past. Petra Rocks from Wadi Musa, Jordan Looking down into the clefts of rock it was easy to see why the Crusaders wrote Moses into Petra’s history, alleging that somewhere in that tangled maze below Moses struck a rock to bring forth water to the Israelites; the tale holds possible truths but no matter the verity, it forever linked Moses to this imposing sight…and you can bet that was a job well done for the Crusaders, who had no idea this city would last for so long. Taking in the aerial views was just the beginning, but unlike the epic descent of Indiana Jones into the ancient city, we took slower pace once inside. We shielded the bright sunlight with our red Jordanian keffiyeh and walk the streets as the horse-drawn carriages passed, laden down with the tourists unable to navigate the miles of rocky roads winding through the city. Horse-drawn carriage, Petra, Jordan. Myths in the cut rocks of Petra, Jordan. Within minutes of entering Petra, the first examples of rock-carved architecture danced to life from the sandstone and the precise, sharp lines jutting from the pale rocks could have been sliced from the rock a hundred years ago, instead of two thousand. I looked at those rocks with a snap of realization…this day at Petra isn’t akin to walking through a museum with its carefully displayed information and artifact-filled glass domes. No, Petra was once a thriving city and a hub on the caravan trade route meaning the city holds miles of roads, paths, and structures, each piece of their civilization is still standing in it’s original spot, open to the elements and to the imposing blue skies. Rose-red rocks, Petra Jordan Blue skies and red rocks at Petra, Jordan. Well, blue skies for a bit, at least. The white sunshine dimmed as we entered a deep cleft in the rocks, narrow and tunnel-like, the sun was a mere blip overhead, sprinkling sunlight into the cracks only briefly as my eyes darted upward toward the patches of blue. The passageways unfolded slowly and I felt like a small ant scurrying between the rocks, imposing in their stark rise from the sandy floor. When I was inside the rock passageway leading to the Treasury I was a mere speck compared to the soaring height surrounding me; the walls loom overhead, their smooth surface belying the ancient earthquake that likely ripped the rocks apart into the current chasm. I was intimidated by the size for the first several minutes, and it wasn’t until we entered a small, more open courtyard that I noticed a carved channel gently slopping downward, descending with us deeper into the city. The shallow channel was a clever way for the Nabataeans to carry fresh water throughout the city and combat the dry, arid temperatures. The desert climate is so seemingly inhospitable to a city-dweller like myself, and yet, like the Romans, the Nabatea created a rain-collection, storage, and transportation system that made this huge city an oasis in the middle of a seemingly stark, dry desert. Unlike the Romans though, the Nabatea only left small clues about the whys and the hows. A carved channel to carry water deep inside of the ancient Nabataean city of Petra, Jordan. Tight alleys lead through to the Treasury in Petra, Jordan. A gorgeously detailed carving remains of a Bedouin and his camel inside of Petra, Jordan. Treasury from the Siq, Petra, Jordan. Al Khazneh, The Treasury, Petra Jordan An hour after walking into Petra, I had finally penetrated the city deep enough to pass through the Siq, the last narrow and darkly lit pathway guarding the Al Khazneh, better known as the Treasury. The keyhole-like cleft in the rock teased me on approach. It was taller than I imagined, and more detailed. Likely carved around 100 B.C.E., the details still etched into the soft sandstone rock speak to why so many myths and stories circulate today. Is there a bounty of treasury hidden under the this carved rock? Some Bedouin through the decades have believed this story and the pockmarked surface from gun shots aimed at the upper Urn speak to a shared yearning and dream for undiscovered treasures. Treasury, Petra Jordan Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to prove I was there! ;-) The Treasury in Petra, Jordan. Archaeologists discount claims that the Treasury’s elaborate facade was built to house the booty of an Egyptian Pharaoh, instead research proved the urn on top is completely sandstone, not hidden treasure. The historians counter that the Treasury is, like many of the other huge sandstone facades, a colossal burial tomb. Little is actually known about the Nabataean though, so in my mind I look at smooth columns and eroded statues and imagine the mythological gods and goddess that once adorned the surface. These imagined symbols of Nabataean faith would have jutted life-like out of the sandstone and then journeyed through the day as a riot of colors matching the sun’s movement across the sky. Rose-red in the soft morning light would give way to yellows and browns in the harsh light of midday before a burnt, deep orange would settle over the sandstone gods as the sun took a final bow to the creative imagination and skill of the Nabatea. Facade details, the Treasury in Petra, Jordan. Stone carvings, Petra, Jordan. Once impressed with these first sights of Petra, and the fanciful imagining of gods that may have never existed, I moved on to the Street of Facades. Or rather, a parade of carved out tombs, that pale in individual comparison to the Treasury, but when viewed in succession they are gorgeous in their own right. All of these were just warming me up through. I hadn’t actually entered the heart of the city at that point and was instead struck with awe as a wide expanse of what was once a bustling city opened up before me. Dark black holes dotted every rock wall within sight, miles and miles of sandstone rocks, enough housing hidden inside the rock to hold thousands. Street of Facades in Petra, Jordan. A tethered camel rests near the Street of Facades in Petra, Jordan. Ancient city of Petra, Jordan Small homes and structures carved right into the rocks line all of Petra, Jordan. Amphitheatre in Petra, Jordan. The huge amphitheatre in Petra, Jordan. And like most cities, the large Roman-style amphitheater sits prominently within the center of town, facing yet another huge wall of tombs rising out of the rocks; at least that’s the best guess. Again, without written documents from the time, Petra remains a bit of a mystery and the Nabataean continue to closely guard their secrets for perhaps another millennium. Examining the details showed layers upon layers of tinted sandstone, the ribbons of red, orange, yellow and brown creating distinct patterns on the columns and tombs. In fact, it is exactly this inherent quality unique to sandstone that lends these tombs and facades such a regal elegance and lasting beauty. No paint, design, or ornate intricacies could have ever matched nature’s paintbrush for this ancient site. in Petra, Jordan. The looming tombs visible far away, cut into the domed rocks of Petra sandstone closeup in Petra Inside some of the carved-out rooms it’s possible to see the gorgeous layers of sandstone in Petra, Jordan. Monastery hike, Petra Hiking up to the Monastery in Petra, Jordan. I may have been hiking modern paths carved into the desert for tourists, but the curve of the current roads echo the same streets that bore the camels and caravans populating our ancient stories, myths, and religious texts. Capping off the day of poking around Petra’s ruins was a hike to the Monastery, Ad-Dayr, which sits high on a mountainside carved deeply into a raw wall of rock . Though not as touted as the Treasury down below, I think the Monastery better showed the grand scale of these structures that were carved right out of the side of tall, sheer mountains. The Monastery, likely also a tomb but re-purposed by the Crusaders and those later in history, sits tall and proud against the cerulean sky. Monastery, Ad-Dayr, Petra The pretty, pretty Monastery in Petra, Jordan. Again I think, how has this soft sandstone stood for thousands of years? The pillars on the facade are smooth and silky from afar because of the ribbons and layers of sandstone carefully carved two thousand years ago. It’s hard to imagine these structures were ever more impressive than they are now, is it even possible they possessed more natural beauty at the heyday of the Nabataean civilization? After leaving the ancient city and looking out over the Petra valley for a sunset from Wadi Musa, it’s easy to see why this city inspired centuries of myths and legends.

In the face of little hard data, our collective romanticism creeps in and we as a modern society are instead free to imagine the daily lives of the Nabatea. Their fights against the Romans, another powerful ancient civilization, for control; the shifting power at this central post in the epicenter of our cultural history. This region is considered the cradle of civilization and looking through the complexities of Petra, the biblical stories that played out in the deserts and plains, it’s easy to let imagination take flight and fancy some of these myths and legends just might possibly be true.




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