I had organised everything to perfection. The Petra Palace booked on the Internet and only a stone’s throw away from the main site entrance; the JETT bus times confirmed with the pretty Jordanian girl at reception; and the taxi booked with plenty of time to spare to catch the 9am bus south. I had even driven past the JETT office in Abdali to make sure that I knew where it was. I had packed the night before and my bags were ready at the door. Nothing could go wrong. View of the Royal Tombs of Petra and the surrounding sandstone cliffs The Adventure is in the Journey We duly arrived at the ticket office only to be told that the bus had left at 6:30am and…