Alia Amman

... to avoid when many of your friends are Palestinian), my feelings now align more with the frustrated Thomas L. Friedman (click his name for a link to the column).<br><br> Careful to respect him but eager to end the conversation, I told him I really needed to sleep a little before we arrived in Damascus. I took a nap out of fatigue and desire to escape the topic. Talking about politics in Syria is simply a bad idea. Talking about Palestine is reason to get thrown in jail.<br><br>

... five to them, not zero. Zero is represented by a dot, or sometimes a comma. And the symbol '7' means some other number, either six or eight I think. Makes it really hard to scan the contents of your wallet quickly without every cabbie, shopkeeper, and tout seeing the same.<br><br>Anyways, can you can tell I've had lots of time to kill today in my transit from Jerusalem to Amman then in my wait at the airport for the flight to Delhi?<br><br>-Sababa!<br><br>

... Actually getting us back online is all I really remember about Tuesday although I am sure I did something else exciting...like take a shower or something. Anyway, "taking care of the internet" means paying for three more months and buying a new router ($113JD in total)...and that should have been the difficult part, but no.... turns out I needed to know some kind of password for wi-tribe that I didn't know so we tried to call and see if they would just give us ...

... guns and stuff. Weird. They also took our phones and cameras before we entered. I didn't know what to expect but the marine house was like a clubhouse kind of...bar and couches, sports on TV (Det v. Min), a large patio with a DJ. People were drinking, dancing, mingling. Lots of beefy dudes, mostly Americans but Jordanians too, and at least one French guy that is friends with Jessica. I had a few Sangrias and chatted it up with whoever. Jessica's friends were nice ...

... will now be consistently stalking my aunt's fig tree when I get home to the states. <br><br>Dinner consisted of shwarma with Ali, Casey, and Tony and then I ended up being picked by a strange man I didn't know to hang out with people I didn't know. Haha. That was just to see if you are still paying attention...no, actually that happened minus the "strange" part. My friend from Kzoo spent last summer here and she hooked me up with a group of her friends in Amman and ...

... was welcomed by the three of us. Was nice to go into the Dead Sea without the wind and waves we had last time. That night we went out and had a few beers and great food (and a Nargile of course) at this really cool bar. <br><br>Day 2 we visited Mount Nebo, where Moses stood and pointed to the promise land. Reckon though he was just checking out the view of the Dead Sea like we were &#8211; it was pretty good.<br><br>And that was it &#8211; a ...

... cream was so good it rivaled Italy! After filling our tummies with ice cream it was back to the hotel and bed. Oh yeah I finally found a ATM that gave me money YAY!!!<br><br>The next day 7 of us decided that we might as well go into Amman for the day and have a look around. So we hired 2 cabs and off we went, first stop the Amphitheater. Smack bang in the middle of the old town of Amman was a couple of Roman Amphitheaters they were in great nick and are still ...

... Cory is a seafood hater) and had a whole roast chicken, some rice, and some type of hummus-esque dish with pita bread. It was probably one of the better meals in Egypt. We then went back to the gate to the old town to find a taxi to the bus station for our trip back to Cairo. We ended up running into our Dahab taxi guy, and had to inform him that, unfortunately, we were going to Cairo. In any case we got the drivers into quite the bidding ...

... it was better than the 5 dinar he wanted. <br><br>We still did not have a hotel room and we still didn't have anything planned for Wadi Rum. I had gotten an e-mail from a guy at a Bedoiun Camp (yes they have e-mail) but from the sounds of it we would have to leave Wadi Musa too early, and we wanted another morning at Petra. It would just be too complicated to work out by e-mail. Plus, Moseleh told us he could arrange everything and give us a good price. He seemed ...

... the corner from where I was staying. It was a fairly small place and closed off to tourist. I thought it would be a lot bigger from the way that people talked about it, but at any rate it was still a sight to see. The streets around the King Hussein mosque were filled with people, shops selling bric-a-brac items, and several bootleg DVD shops. I went into one of these bootleg shops that claimed that they were the best bootleg shop in all of Amman. I ...