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Petra, Jordan, 7.18am
Even though it was still early, the sun beat down as Morgan and Khal pulled into the car park at Petra, the ancient capital of the Nabateans, established in the sixth century BC.
The main tourist buses arrived much later so the place was still quiet. Local men were opening up their shops and drinking coffee in patches of sun, preparing for the daily onslaught of tourists. Dusty camels with saddles in muted colors sat on the ground, chewing, their legs folded under them. Horses and donkeys stamped in the corners of the square, ready to be ridden by tourists who didn’t want to walk the kilometers around the city.
Morgan opened the door of the hire car, bracing herself for the heat.
“We need a break. Let’s explore before the rest of the tourists get here. Are you
