Day 7
Amman
Andy took over as tour leader and we were off to Amman, the capital of Jordan. We crossed the Jordan border with no trouble and were very impressed at the lovely, clean country. The Jordanians are a good-looking mostly English-speaking people. Everyone said “welcome to Jordan.” We met our new tour guide, a handsome young Jordanian who looked like Omar Sheriff. He spoke fluent English and was very proud of his country and king Hussein. He’d only been married for 6 months and was thrilled that his wife was already pregnant.
Lovely day so four of us walked through town and stopped at a Kentucky fried chicken (KFC) for lunch. It tasted so good after some of the strange food and amazing to get exactly the same food as at home. Karen and I took a cab back and this was the first time since Vancouver that I didn’t have to dicker about the price or expect to be overcharged. It came to $1.00 and he also gave us a small tour of the city. Omar took us all to a Jordanian restaurant for supper and had a great meal. You are never sure what you are ordering but I ended up with rice and lamb, plus all their local dishes went with it. After the meal they set up huge water pipes, sishas, and who ever wants to puffs at it this one was apple flavoured and smelled lovely. I passed as I had tried it in Egypt and wasn’t keen on it.
Omar told us about his county which he says is only 50 years old and he gave most of the credit for it being so modern and clean to King Hussein. The King is also in favour of peace and Omar said they are sick of war. They have built all these hotels and cafés but the tourists are still afraid to come. The people have free schooling; medical, hospitals and they have no hunger. Their biggest problem is with refugees from Iraq since the Gulf war. I told him I had seen his King at our air show and he was pleased that I knew the history of his King. Evidently the King had dropped by an orphanage that day and wasn’t pleased with the way they were kept so he gave them one of his palaces to live in.
Amman
Andy took over as tour leader and we were off to Amman, the capital of Jordan. We crossed the Jordan border with no trouble and were very impressed at the lovely, clean country. The Jordanians are a good-looking mostly English-speaking people. Everyone said “welcome to Jordan.” We met our new tour guide, a handsome young Jordanian who looked like Omar Sheriff. He spoke fluent English and was very proud of his country and king Hussein. He’d only been married for 6 months and was thrilled that his wife was already pregnant.
Lovely day so four of us walked through town and stopped at a Kentucky fried chicken (KFC) for lunch. It tasted so good after some of the strange food and amazing to get exactly the same food as at home. Karen and I took a cab back and this was the first time since Vancouver that I didn’t have to dicker about the price or expect to be overcharged. It came to $1.00 and he also gave us a small tour of the city. Omar took us all to a Jordanian restaurant for supper and had a great meal. You are never sure what you are ordering but I ended up with rice and lamb, plus all their local dishes went with it. After the meal they set up huge water pipes, sishas, and who ever wants to puffs at it this one was apple flavoured and smelled lovely. I passed as I had tried it in Egypt and wasn’t keen on it.
Omar told us about his county which he says is only 50 years old and he gave most of the credit for it being so modern and clean to King Hussein. The King is also in favour of peace and Omar said they are sick of war. They have built all these hotels and cafés but the tourists are still afraid to come. The people have free schooling; medical, hospitals and they have no hunger. Their biggest problem is with refugees from Iraq since the Gulf war. I told him I had seen his King at our air show and he was pleased that I knew the history of his King. Evidently the King had dropped by an orphanage that day and wasn’t pleased with the way they were kept so he gave them one of his palaces to live in.
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