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But rose-red as if the blush of dawn That first beheld them were not yet withdrawn; The
hues of youth upon a brow of woe, which Man deemed old two thousand
years ago, Match me such a marvel save in Eastern clime, A rose-red city half as old as Time. -- John William Burgeon
Petra: Chocolate, ham, curry powder,
salmon and much more
PETRA, Jordan -- Petra, the "rose-red city half as old as time," is as rose-red as
the poet wrote. But he failed to note the sounds of the city: donkeys braying, Bedouin girls
singing, camels burping and the wind whistling eerily through the fancifully eroded walls of the former Nabatean capital.
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Why Turkey? ISTANBUL -- Vacation
here and prepare to be asked, "Why Turkey?" by friends at home.
The answer
is simple: More for less. No other country spans two
continents, contains the remains of countless civilizations, and is so much the meeting place for East and West that contradictions
are a way of life.
Welcome to Jordan! AMMAN,
Jordan -- "Welcome to Jordan."
Few of the passengers arriving on the
last flight of the night into Amman's Queen Alia International Airport bother to read the overhead greeting sign. They
grumble as they pay one more entry tax in another currency at yet another exchange rate. Passports stamped, the bleary-eyed
travelers straggle on to the next hurdle, immigration.
"Wait, madam, you must
come back," the tax man orders one of the passengers, who immediately fears the worst.
He spends 15 minutes explaining how the entry tax has been overpaid, stubbornly insisting she take back her dinars.
Welcome to Jordan.
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