Gazing up at the jaw-dropping monuments in ancient Petra – your feet sinking into soft red sand – you’ll be amazed by the genius of its Nabatean builders. They chiseled a whole city of tombs and houses out of pink rock.
Like drenched cats, with wet suitcases and a wicked wind blowing, we huddle under a canopy, not knowing where to find our hotel on this Greek island.
Hello there. We’re Santorini donkeys. Some people say we’re smelly and may nip you. And some say you shouldn’t ride us. Most visitors find our “donkey rides” terrifying and fun at the same time.