First night in Jordan

Place: Somewhere in Jordan

Tunes: Underworld

Pekka and some towels.

The driving in Jordan is much more sensible than in Syria or the Lebanon. People stay on the right lane and have a sense of self preservation. And in general are more interested in smooth traffic than "winning" something. So far, Jordan feels much better than those two countries from this quite unusual viewpoint.

The border crossing to Jordan was another rip-off with lots of random running around chasing for stamps. I got cheated by this customs guy who “forgot” in ten seconds that I gave him ten local currencies already. It is interesting how the border formalities in Syria vary completely depending on where you cross over. Different forms to fill, different prices, different circus. It would be nice to know how it all really works. Who pays who how and much “unofficially”.

It was an easy day all in all apart from the temperature which was knocking around 38 degrees. Slow traffic was murder in that heat, but most of the time we could stay moving. At 100 kph the wind kept things just about bearable. We are using a lot of water and one has to stock up on the local nuts. They are so salty that it feels like you have a bee stinging you in your mouth, but you need to take in your salt too with the silly amounts of water we go through. Wearing the armour does not help with the sweating either.

Chocolate is available in some places and is luckily always kept in fridges. Chocolate is good.

Some food in 30 minutes from now and then equipment maintenance. The internet is slow today, so no pictures for the recent posts. At least the management has not decided to censor anything I have come across so far.

Tomorrow, the Dead Sea and Petra, where we will park straight in front of the famous church thing no doubt.