Jordebanbul 2013

Talking Animal

The grossly overpriced Petra, where locals abuse the crap out of exhausted camels, donkeys, and horses, and tourists pay them to do it.

Cherries, hummus, olives, la vache qui rit, ruins, temples, mosques, Jorge Luis Borges, bedouin tea, Turkish delight, sunburn, snorkelling, Finding Nemo, sweat, mini buses, desert, Red Sea, Dead Sea, Black Sea, arak, camels, bullet holes, T. E. Lawrence, keffiyeh, salt, and God.


After spending the entirety of May meticulously organising a wild trip around South America I packed my bags and left for the Middle East the next month. Some might say that May was a monumental waste of time.

Wadi Rum
Wadi Rum: The land of bedouins and T. E. Lawrence.

The main reason for going was that I hadn’t been to that part of the world before and I had heard good things about Jordan. While in the neighbourhood I figured I might as well pop over to Lebanon and then have a gander at Istanbul on the way home.

Spice Bazaar
Spice Bazaar, Istanbul.

Highlights were ambling the streets of Amman, camping in the Arabian Desert, a furious argument with a taxi driver on the main shopping street of Beirut, and swimming amongst the proliferation of exotic fish on the coral reefs of the Red Sea.

Not quite as grand as the previous year’s travels, it was rewarding nonetheless — a good challenge and an enlightening insight into surprisingly vastly contrasting cultures.

Holiday Inn Beirut
Bullet and mortar scars: Holiday Inn Beirut.

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