Arabic Psycho
Wednesday, August 6th, 2008So, three days in Amman may be one or two too many.
The city is huge, but there’s not that much to do or see. Basically, the best part is walking down the “downtown” streets having people glare at us, sometimes ask where we’re from, and often say “you’re welcome”, after hearing we are from America.
It’s much different here than in Wadi Musa, where, because of its closeness to Petra, which is touristy, most people speak English. Here, in the shitty downtown part of Amman, no one does, so all we can do is give thumbs up. We learned a few days too late that when Josh thought he was saying thank you, he was really saying goodbye. We have since worked on our Arabic vocabulary.
We are sitting now in an internet cafe, which, when I think of, I think of nice rows of computers in a relatively clean room. This place is a dump. It is dark, and looks like the back room of the Bates Motel, or at least a place that is often used for ritual massacres. That said, Josh is sitting next to me with his stopwatch making sure I don’t go over my allotted time on the computer we’re sharing, so I will sign off. Our flight is in a few hours for Qatar, then India. The beep on his obnoxious watch just went off signaling my sign off.
I bid you all adieu, and look forward to crazy stories to come in India.
swarjam