I’m off to Amman, in Jordan, on Sunday for five nights, and I cannot wait. Nick, Darren, Abdullah and I are doing the five hour trip by car, and we’ll be meeting Oyin, Erika and Jeff there for a day or two. We’ll be checking out the old city, hitting the Dead Sea, perhaps taking a trip to Petra, and without a doubt sampling some legal alcohol for the first time in over two months. The local cuisine is also supposed to be delicious. According to the other teachers that have been there, it’s a beautiful country, and one of the more liberal Islamic states, so it’ll be a nice change from the Kingdom for a few days. When you say the name Jordan in Britain, the first thing that comes to mind for most people is the image of the former page three model, Katie Price, who used to go by the alias of Jordan. If there’s one thing she is not, it’s an Islamic state! The mere thought of her would probably get you 100 lashings in Saudi Arabia. Perhaps she should’ve named herself Magaluf, or Kavos? It would’ve been more fitting. I digress, I probably won’t be blogging that much in the next few days but I will endeavour to when I return. I may post some music though, for those who are interested (if I can conjure up the motivation).
I’ll leave you with my favourite song by The Doors, from their album Morrison Hotel. What a legend Jim Morrison was. In this track he talks about being a spy, in the house of love. I couldn’t be more different to that right now; I’m more of an incurious guest in the house of chastity. Enjoy x
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