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Jordan is wonderful and I thought it would be nice to dedicate more than just one post to it. So I wrote a travelogue in twelve parts, talking about my experiences, the journey, and other travel remarks. You can read the travelogue in order, by clicking the link “Start here”, or you can look at the table of contents below and see what catches your attention. Continue reading…
When you come back from vacation, you are on shaky ground for a while. First literally, because your floor is full of things that are strewn about in a half-unpacked suitcase. And then more metaphorically, when you suddenly have to jump into action and start working, even though your head is still full of impressions and adventures. Continue reading…
I will tell you in advance that my food pictures won’t get any awards. A big reason for this is that I oftentimes barely remembered to grab my phone and take a quick picture before I attacked my food like a starved wolf. Generally, I can say this about the food: it was excellent. Maybe because their cuisine just suits me. They always have at least some vegetables, chicken, hummus, rice … The food is deliciously simple and I hadn’t eaten badly once. Even the meal that gave me food poisoning was good. Continue reading…
My journey was nearly over but I still had the best part ahead of me: the Dead Sea. That day, we took advantage of a hotel’s private beach, also offering lunch. Of course there are also free (or cheaper) options, but I couldn’t be in a swimsuit there because it’s inappropriate. Hotel beaches are full of other tourists who also wish to swim in peace and the biggest possible comfort. We tourists are spoiled, what can I say … Continue reading…
Driving in Jordan, especially close to Amman and busy villages, is organized chaos. A lot of roads don’t have lines that would determine where exactly you should drive, and many drivers don’t care about the concept of a full line. There are few traffic lights and roundabouts are created in a way that you don’t notice their existence until it’s too late, U-turns are actually marked (even in the middle of a highway …). I mostly left the car in my brother’s hands, only taking over the wheel on the last day on the peaceful road to the Dead Sea. Continue reading…
I made notes for the first day of car travel on a balcony facing Hadrian’s gate while the sun was slowly disappearing below the horizon. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Wednesday began with a departure at seven in the morning and a drive through a traffic-filled Amman in a car that was going to be our dumping ground for the next week. Continue reading…
Let’s admit it to ourselves, women, that we’re scared of visiting Middle Eastern countries, not only from Westernized reasons but also because we’re afraid of how men will look at us there. I was no different but I have to say that Jordanian men shattered stereotypes, one by one. I expected to feel uncomfortable, but there’s one important thing: they know you’re a tourist. They notice immediately and suitably lower their expectations. Women in Jordan might wear the hijab or something even more covered, but that isn’t obligatory for a Western woman. Continue reading…
There were suddenly way too many needles in my life, because I had to have my hepatitis and typhus shots, while on the other hand I spent a lot of the time at the dentist, where they tried to sort out my tooth so it would leave me alone during my time in Jordan. So my preparations actually started as soon as I bought the ticket, and by the time I had to pack on Saturday before travelling, I’d actually had enough of everything. I had to remind myself that I don’t, in fact, need that many pairs of pants, and that people do live in Jordan and have stores there. No matter what I forgot, I would be able to find some sort of a replacement there. I was struck by Reisefieber and I couldn’t wait to sit on the bus on Sunday morning and start my 12-hour journey.
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