Peter - one of the new Wonders of the World (continued, part 3) We have a whole day without food and just died of starvation. Really wanted to sleep, so we have found in his luggage business card of one of the 3-star hotel where we were asked to number three for 10 pounds per person. When we arrived, we found ourselves quite a decent hotel, so we're even a little confused at first. We met the manager, he remembered that we are called. They gave us a very nice room with three beds. This room we are all impressed, because it turned out that it was the most beautiful room in which everything we have ever stayed at. Other guests are likely to be very rich, and they were paid, probably more than we do. To celebrate, we just raced to number about 10 minutes, and then phoned the hotel staff and asked us to come down where we were served "welcome drink". At the bottom we were joined by the manager and administrator, we were offered coffee and asked what we are going to do in the evening. We told them that we are going to go into the desert with the Bedouins, they immediately began to behave in hostile and asked: "With these people from the village? They are not real Bedouins. They are gypsies. Be careful! "I naively asked him in Arabic:" And that Gypsies and Bedouin are not one and the same? Is there a difference? "To which I replied that these people wander back and forth from country to country, and that, furthermore, they are generally all from Egypt. And then they both got up and left. All this was in a strange way, but Attala told us that the inhabitants of Wadi Musa do not like the Bedouin, because they own all the stores in the Peter and earn lots of money on tourists, so we're not very seriously the words of people from the hotel. In addition, Emlyn thought that the hotel staff decided priudarit for me and Becky, which is unlikely, although this may explain why the number we got so cheaply. We wrote a top view of SMS Attal and Kasaba, so they took us outside the hotel and asked them to stop, so we could buy a falafel (Arabic dish, fried balls of bean paste, approx. Perevi.) Until we fainted from hunger. They thought that we will go with them into the desert all night, so we were a little awkward to tell them that we have already paid for the room, and nothing is not taken. In addition, we do not reschalis tell them that tomorrow we get up early because our friend arrives Everitt, so we need to return to the city. Our friends Bedouins reacted quite calmly. We stopped at a village where Attala dressed in a long robe, grabbed a pot and tea leaves, and soon we were traveling in total darkness in the desert. It seemed that we were going for several hours, it's because we had no idea where we are, where the road, and in what direction the city. The temple we stopped at the big rock, which climbed by putting three mattresses and a large blanket. Then they all went to look for firewood. We decided to help. About five minutes later we came back, found only four sticks, while the Bedouins was dragged clear from five small bushes. It was a little uncomfortable for our helplessness in dealing with "fuel" issue. We sat by the fire and made the tea in an old black kettle. Attala said that the Bedouins are not afraid of a scorpion bite, because Bedouin women crushed scorpion venom and rubbing his chest, and then feed their children, to those obtained immunity. Atta and Kasab When the water boiled, we climbed the cliff and sat there over the desert, drinking tea and looking at the stars, which were so bright that you could see even the smallest of them. The Milky Way seemed to be a thick white line that runs across the sky, and the vengeance of cicadas hummed their songs somewhere at the bottom. It was so dark, that we had no idea what was around the rock, though, is wrong, a full moon it offers beautiful views of the desert. Gentle breezes and an incredible sense of space, hidden in darkness, did their job. We were delighted by this surprising adventure. Somehow, we do not even notice how it happened, the Bedouins have done so, that Atta and I were on a mattress, Becca and Kasab - on the other, and poor Emlyn in splendid isolation - on the third. Attala asked him: "Hey, Emily, you're not cold out there?" He replied that no, he was there not bad. Then Attala asked whether he has a girlfriend. Emlyn said that there are, at home in Scotland. Attala asked Becky if she had a boyfriend at the moment we have understood what he was getting, so Becca said, that is. When he asked the same question to me, I replied that I too have a boyfriend. This does not have the desired effect because Kasab wanted to make Becky massage, and Attalus began to read verses in Arabic and say that if he was my boyfriend, I never would not let me alone. In general, anything vulgar was not there, as it may seem, because the romance of the desert and the pleasant appearance of guys all softened. However, it was sad to realize that they have great experience in "dealing" with tourists, and that their hospitality was really nothing more than an attempt to drag us into bed. I was hurt that I could not see through them before. I guess I just did not want to believe in bad. Becca and I decided it would be best to take a sitting position to avoid any inappropriate action by the Bedouin, so we have suffered some awkward conversation - all the guys were admiring the stars, while we girls were sitting on the alert. Around one o'clock we were told that we must go back, and Atta took us to the hotel. When we parted, he invited us to the ceremony of betrothal of his brother, who was to be held the next day. He also invited us to spend the night with them in the village and we were told what to think. I was sorry that in order to get to the interesting holiday, we had to necessarily spend the night in the village, because if we agreed we would be able to misunderstand. Another half an hour we jumped around the hotel in a fit of anger and mild hysteria, apologized to Emlyn for what he had to attend the ceremony, the failed seduction, and the freezing from the cold. We tried to convince each other that did the right thing by refusing to spend the night on a rock in the desert with the Bedouins of Petra. Let even between us was nothing, it would then still an adventure. Start material:
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