Petra, the sixth time...

I think this might have been the best trip yet. I sat at the Crowne Plaza dining establishment inside Petra and took a long nap, while Bobby and Carolyn took donkeys to the top.

I didn't find much to take a picture of but I did snap a few of the rogue herds of donkeys wandering through the ruins (maybe an afternoon break from schlepping tourists up the mountain?). 

They did not appear to have a master and they were all kinds of adorable - a hoodlum herd, cruising the streets of Petra, looking for trouble...

He was looking out wistfully, dreaming of joining the roving bands of Donkey Youthththththssss...