Petra Moon: Jordan's Most Luxurious Escape (Unbelievable Views!)
Petra Moon: Jordan's Most Luxurious Escape (Unbelievable Views!) - My Brain's All Over the Place, But Here's the Truth
Okay, people, let's be real. Planning a trip to Petra is, like, a dream. And finding a hotel that truly gets it? That's a whole different ballgame. I just finished sifting through the Petra Moon’s website, and honestly, my brain feels like it's been wandering the Siq for a day, but here's the lowdown, unfiltered, on what this place claims to offer. Buckle up, it's gonna be a ride.
First off, the obvious: The Views, Baby! (And the Pain of Getting There)
The website screams "Unbelievable Views!" and, well, I believe them. I've seen pictures. Petra from above? Come ON. Now, the accessibility of getting to those views? That's the million-dollar question. The official blurb doesn't mention too much about level access, which makes me a bit nervous. Wheelchair access, specifically? Needs clarification. (They really NEED to highlight this more - accessibility is huge these days! I've seen some hotels bury it and you just know the stairs are gonna be brutal.)
Accessibility & Getting Around:
- Accessibility: This NEEDS a BIG upgrade in the descriptions. While they list "Facilities for disabled guests" it's too vague. Specifics, Petra Moon! Specifics! Ramp access? Elevators to all floors? Clear details are crucial.
- Getting Around: Airport transfer is great, but even better if it is an accessible vehicle! Car park is free (YES!), but I hope it's easy to navigate for everyone. Valet parking is a nice touch, though.
Let's Talk Relaxation. (And Maybe Over-Indulge a Little?)
Okay, so they boast a seriously tempting list. Let's dive in the relaxation:
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom/Pool With View: This is where Petra Moon could win me over. Seriously. After a day hiking through the sandstone canyons, a spa, a sauna, and a pool with a VIEW? Pure bliss. They better have a dang good pool. A pool with that view? I am in.
- Massage, Body Scrubs, Body Wraps, Foot Baths: This is beyond just luxury. This the treat yourself level of indulgence. I can already picture myself getting a massage after walking all day. And then, bam! A body scrub. I'm sold.
- Fitness Center/Gym: I'm torn. I should go. But let's be real, after that massage and that pool, the gym is purely aspirational. That said, it's a good thing to have.
My Personal (and Potentially Biased) Opinion on the Food & Drink:
Look, a good hotel can elevate a trip. A fantastic hotel can make it unforgettable, and usually, this comes down to FOOD – and the option to eat at any time and in any mood.
- Restaurants/Bar/Poolside Bar: A must. These better be good. I'm looking for a great ambiance, not just good food. I want to feel like I belong (even if I don't).
- Breakfast, Breakfast, Breakfast! A Western breakfast? Good start, but give me a buffet. And an Asian breakfast option is an excellent touch, catering to a broader range of tastes.
- Room Service [24-hour], Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Bottle of water: Yes, yes, and yes! All the things I require.
- Desserts in restaurant & Salad in restaurant: Okay, you have my attention. I have a weakness for a good dessert.
The Boring (But Necessary) Bits: Cleanliness, Service, and Other Practical Stuff
Okay, let's rip off the band-aid and talk safety.
- Cleanliness and Safety: Daily disinfection in common areas? YES! Anti-viral cleaning products? Brilliant! Staff trained in safety protocol? Essential! They're hitting all the right buzzwords, and I appreciate it. This is non-negotiable now.
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Okay, I'm listening. That's a game changer. Internet access is good. Internet LAN- Not so much.
- Daily housekeeping & Laundry service: Yes, please.
- **Services and Conveniences: **Contactless check-in & out, Concierge, and 24-hour front desk. These are all great.
Now for the Room, Because, Let's Face It, That's Where You Spend a Lot of Time!
- Available in All Rooms: Air conditioning (thank goodness!), bathroom, bathrobes and slippers, a safe, and of course, free Wi-Fi.
- Special Features: Blackout curtains (essential for sleeping off that Jordanian coffee and the midday sun), a seating area, and a desk, which is good for work.
- I'm a Sucker For: Slippers and a good mini bar. I'm judging you hard on the mini bar Petra Moon.
- * The little things: *I'm *always* looking for a good coffee/tea maker. Also, a mirror. It helps me see my face when I am getting ready.
- Oh, and the Extra Stuff: A balcony? Reading Lights? YES, YES, YES! These are things that can elevate your level of relaxation.
- Sound Proofing: Oh, bless you, Petra Moon!
For the Kids? (If You're Traveling with Them)
- Family/Child Friendly: Good to hear.
- Babysitting service, and Kids meal: Necessary. This may be a dealbreaker if you are with kids.
My Stream-of-Consciousness, Super-Duper Honest Reaction to the Petra Moon:
Okay, so here's the deal. Petra Moon? It sounds amazing. Those views? The spa? The promise of luxurious comfort? It's all very, very tempting. But the devil is in the details, and the website leaves some key questions unanswered. Are the accessibility options truly present? What's the vibe of the place? Is it a sterile, corporate experience, or does it have a soul? I need to know!
The Imperfections and the Hopes:
- Accessibility is still a gamble. If they're not upfront about this, they risk alienating so many people. This is my biggest complaint.
- Let me know, in detail, about the quality of your spa. I want the whole spiel. I need to feel the lavender oil through the screen.
- I hope the staff is truly excellent. The staff at a luxury hotel make or break the experience. They need to be personable, helpful, and genuinely invested in making your stay amazing.
In short: Petra Moon, you have my attention. Now, sell me on it!
Here's a (Messy) Offer for Petra Moon:
Tired of the Tourist Traps? Escape to Petra Moon: Where Unforgettable Views and Pure Bliss Await!
- Imagine This: Waking up to a sunrise over Petra. Seriously, a sunrise, from your balcony. Soaking in that view, sipping coffee on my balcony.
- Then, This: After a day exploring – and sweating – through the majestic canyons, imagine yourself sinking into a massage at the Spa. The pool? Oh, it's calling my name, and the view?!
- We're also offering: free Wi-Fi, great food options, and the service of a 24-hour front desk.
- Here's the catch. Book your stay at Petra Moon by [Date] and receive a [Discount]% discount PLUS a complimentary [Choose a perk: massage, cocktail, etc.]
Book Now, and Make Your Petra Dreams a Reality! (And hopefully, if you're reading this, Petra Moon, you'll be sure to put "Accessibility" right up front so I can actually book with peace of mind!)
Uptown BGC Luxury: HUGE 2BR Corner Unit - Manila Dream Home!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfectly-organized travel itinerary. We're talking Petra, Jordan, at the fancy-pants Petra Moon Luxury Hotel, and let me tell you, it's gonna be a wild ride. Prepare for tears, laughter, questionable outfit choices, and maybe, just maybe, some actual historical facts.
Day 1: Arrival & "What IS That Smell?" - The Petra Moon Hype & Hysteria
1:00 PM - Arrive at Queen Alia International Airport (AMM), Amman: Okay, so the flight was… well, it was. Let's just say my noise-canceling headphones and a healthy dose of denial were my best friends. The baggage claim? Chaos. Absolute, beautiful, sweaty chaos. Finally snagged my suitcase – which, for the record, appears to be a giant, overstuffed question mark given the sheer volume of "stuff" in it.
2:30 PM - Private Transfer to Petra Moon Hotel: The drive? Gorgeous. The desert is something else. Sand dunes rolling, mountains looming, and I'm pretty sure I saw a camel smirk at me. My driver, bless his heart, attempted some English. "Petra good." I nodded enthusiastically. "Good." (Side note: still not sure what that smell was in the car, but I’m choosing to embrace it.)
5:00 PM - Check-In & Hotel Scavenger Hunt: The Petra Moon? Stunning. Marble floors, massive chandeliers, and a lobby that screams “rich, and I deserve it!” But the actual CHECK-IN? Ugh, bureaucratic hell. Took 45 minutes involving five different people and a small, very aggressive, paperwork fight (on their end, of course) and, eventually, a promise of a "special room upgrade." Which, it turns out, means a slightly larger balcony and a view of the… parking lot?! (Seriously, Petra Moon, up your game.)
(Imperfection Alert): The "welcome drink" was a lukewarm, vaguely fruity concoction. I made a face. The person delivering it, without missing a beat, said, "Is not good? Is okay." and then quickly ushered me away. Alrighty then.
6:00 PM - Explore the Hotel & the Elusive Pool: I spent the next hour wandering around, losing myself in the maze-like corridors, and marveling at the sheer opulence. Took me a solid 30 minutes to actually find the pool, which, admittedly, is ridiculously beautiful. Crystal clear water, comfy cabanas, and a stunning view. I'm this close to throwing my phone and all my pre-trip anxieties into the pool and letting them dissolve in the blissful nothingness. Decided against it. Ate a chocolate, instead.
7:30 PM - Dinner at The Panorama Restaurant: Dinner… well, that's where things get interesting. The menu was a tantalizing mix of local cuisine and international dishes, but my brain, fried from the travel, could only focus on "pizza." Ordered the pizza. It arrived, looking… questionable. But, against all odds, it was delicious. Devoured the whole thing, shamelessly. (Don't judge me.)
9:00 PM - Nightcap & "Oh, THAT'S Why They Call It Petra" Went for a nightcap at the hotel bar. The bartender, a charming older gentleman, insisted on sharing stories about growing up in Petra. He mentioned seeing the Siq (the narrow gorge leading to the Treasury) on a moonlit night. He insisted it was the most enchanting thing he's ever seen. I kind of rolled my eyes at the cheesy romanticism, but then he described it. "Like a hidden jewel box," he said. "The moon shines like a diamond on red rock." I think I actually felt a little tingle of anticipation.
Day 2: The Treasury & The "Indiana Jones Moment" - Or, Trying to be an Archaeologist (and Failing)
6:00 AM - Wake Up (Against my Will) & Prepare for Dawn at the Treasury: Okay, so I'm not a morning person. Like, at all. But I decided (the bartender's words, the promise of diamond-like moonlight, it got to me) to get up early and attempt a dawn visit to the treasury. My brain is essentially a bowl of porridge, but the excitement? Surprisingly present.
7:00 AM - The Siq: The walk through the Siq was… surreal. Narrow canyon walls soaring up, the silence broken only by the crunch of my shoes on the sand. Then, BAM! The Treasury. (That's the iconic building carved into the rock face, in case you're living under a rock.)
7:30 AM - The Treasury – Cue the Jaw Drop: Seriously, jaw. Drop. This is where all the travel magazines and documentaries have been accurate. It’s even more breathtaking than the pictures. Standing there – alone!!… or so I thought – watching the morning sun light up the columns, it was overwhelming. Like, I could NOT breathe for a few minutes! Real. Actual tears leaked out (don’t tell anyone).
(Quirky Observation): I spent a good 10 minutes just standing there, spinning in circles, trying to take it all in. I may have also accidentally attempted a little dance. Let’s keep that between us, shall we?
8:30 AM - Exploring the Surrounding Area: Okay, so the Treasury is amazing. But what else? Spent an hour wandering around, dodging the hordes of tourists (who magically materialized from thin air), and trying to channel my inner archaeologist. Failed miserably. Mostly just poked around at piles of rubble and pretended to "discover" things.
(Imperfection Alert): My "Indiana Jones moment" involved a very close encounter with a particularly grumpy donkey and a near-miss with a rogue Bedouin salesman with the most persistent sales pitch known to humankind.
10:00 AM - Breakfast at the Hotel – Fueling the Adventure: Back to the hotel for breakfast. This time, I had a glorious (and, let's be honest, massive) spread of fresh fruit, pastries, and strong, black coffee. Fueling up for the next round of adventures.
11:00 AM - Exploring the Monastery (Al-Deir): Decided to be ambitious. Hike up to the Monastery. I AM NOT in shape. The 800 stairs were cruel, unforgiving, and felt like they were designed by Satan. The views from the top? Worth it. Absolutely worth it. I am an idiot for not bringing more water.
1:00 PM - Lunch in Petra: Lunch was a disaster. Overcrowded restaurant with bad service. The food was fine until a giant HORNET decided that my water bottle was what it wanted. It was a battle. They were not going to take my water bottle. I won. Barely.
2:00 PM - Re-Hydrating at the Hotel & the World's Most Relaxing Shower: Oh, the joy of air conditioning and a long, hot shower. I almost cried when the water hit my face.
3:00 PM - A Quick Nap (I Earned It): Need I say more?
4:00 PM - Back to the Treasury - A New Perspective: I went back. I was so moved by the sunrise that I had to see it again. I went from an overwhelming emotional wreck in the morning to enjoying the view, the colors, and the moment. Amazing.
(Stream of Consciousness Rant): Why is everything so red? Not just the rocks, everything! The sand, the dust, the carpets in the lobby… Is this some kind of conspiracy to make me feel perpetually sunburned? And what is with the constant offers of camel rides?! I can walk, thank you very much! Still, it was an absolutely jaw dropping view.
7:00 PM - Dinner at the Hotel & a Little Local Entertainment: Back to the hotel for dinner. Lamb, this time. Divine. The entertainment was… interesting. A traditional dance performance. The whirling dervishes were hypnotic. The music, I loved it. The enthusiasm was infectious, and for one moment, I felt like I could dance.
9:00 PM – The Bar, Take Two: Back to the bar. This time to chat with the bartender. I'm determined to learn the truth about that smell. The smell that haunts all the cars in Jordan.
Day 3: Farewell Petra & Attempting "Normal" - And, A Very Disappointing Souvenir.
8:00 AM - Breakfast & Packing: Breakfast buffet… again. Stocking up on calories because, let’s be honest, the airport food situation is probably going to be dire. Packing. Ugh, the worst. Decided to bring home… a small bottle of sand from the Siq. The ultimate souvenir.
(Emotional Reaction): I don’t want to leave.
9:30 AM - Another Look at Petra: One last stroll through the heart of Petra. I wanted to be sure I saw everything. Took a moment to appreciate the details I had previously missed. The little carvings, the colors, even the way shadows played
So, what *is* this whole FAQ thing anyway? Like, why are we doing this? Is this therapy? (Asking for a friend.)
Ugh, the classic, "What am I even doing here?" question. Look, technically, an FAQ – Frequently Asked Questions – is just a list designed to, you know, answer frequently asked questions. Think of it as a digital lifeguard, saving you from the choppy waters of confusion. This format is a little different though. We're skipping the robotic, corporate jargon and opting for...well, *this*. Why? Because frankly, those other FAQs are BORING. And, maybe...just *maybe* it’s a little therapy. For me, at least. Don't judge. My life is a series of FAQs in itself.
Are you…a robot? Because the internet.
Okay, okay, I get it. With all the AI stuff swirling around, it's a fair question. But let me assure you, I am *not* a robot. I’m *human*. Or at least, I *think* I am. I mean, I laugh (sometimes hysterically), I get mad (often at the Wi-Fi), and I spill coffee on myself on a regular basis. If that's not proof of humanity, I don’t know what is. Though I’m open to hearing arguments for both sides. And, if I *am* a robot, kudos to the programmers, because they nailed the existential dread part.
Why is everything so…rambly? Couldn’t you just get to the point?
Look, I have a confession. I'm not good at "getting to the point". It's a weakness. A character flaw. A symptom of… well, everything. Plus, life isn’t just a series of bullet points, is it? And frankly, I think it's more *interesting* this way. You get the full, unvarnished me. The good, the bad, and the occasionally off-topic tangent. Just accept it. Embrace the chaos. You'll probably find something worthwhile in the middle of the rambling, Maybe.
What is the *point* of these FAQs even related to this thing we're...talking about? Like, what is this?
Alright, alright, fine. Let’s say this FAQ is supposed to explain...stuff...about ... something. Let's just say it's a guide, albeit a slightly unhinged one. And if you're still confused at the end of this, you’re not alone. We can be confused together. Join the club. Its full of people. Maybe.
What if I have a REAL question, not one of these...fluffy things?
Okay, fine. Real questions are allowed. But be warned: may take 7-14 business days to get to. The answer will be slightly less rambly, I promise. Or maybe not. Depends on the question. I get easily distracted. Shoot me an email (if you can find my actual contact info, which I'm not totally sure I gave you, actually...) and give it your best shot. Just don't expect miracles.
Do you ever, like, *regret* the things you write?
Oh, all the time. Yesterday, I wrote about this one awkward dinner party...Ugh. Cringe central. But here's the thing: I also think it's kinda beautiful in a train-wreck kind of way.
What's your favourite colour?
This is an important question! Okay, I'm a sucker for a good, deep, ocean blue. Especially on a gloomy day, it just kind of...grounds me. It's calming. It’s like staring at the sky at night, or a vast ocean. But ask me tomorrow and it might be something totally different. Depends on my mood, what I've eaten, the weather, the alignment of the planets...you get the gist.
If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Ugh, a good question. I'm really torn. Teleportation? Imagine the time saved! No more rush hour! But think of all the missed opportunities for eavesdropping on conversations. Or maybe the ability to instantly understand any language. Then, I could finally understand my cat. Wait...maybe the power to *speak* cat? Ugh, it's a tough choice. See? More questions than answers.
What's the worst thing that's happened to you recently?
Okay, brace yourselves. This one's a doozy. Last week, I was trying to make a really impressive chocolate cake. Okay, I *tried*. I followed the recipe, measured everything, and even got out the fancy chocolate chips. I was dreaming of this masterpiece, all fluffy frosting and rich, dark chocolate. It was going to be *amazing*. And then...the cake...exploded? Seriously. Exploded. In the oven. Flour everywhere. Chocolate sauce dripping from the ceiling. I looked like a cocoa-dusted bomb had gone off. And the worst part? The dog thought it was a game and started trying to eat the flour. My dreams, my cake, and my kitchen. It all just went *poof*. Still recovering. Still tasting chocolate in places I didn't know existed.
So…are you done?
Good question. I think so...for now. Ask again later. Ask again tomorrow. I'm sure I'll have something new to ramble about...or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just go back to eating chocolate chips. No promises.
