November 9. Driving around in circles, then to Amman.

Taking a taxi to Amman requires some patience if you are on a budget. The driver will drive seven times around the block to pick up more passengers, sticking his head out of the window and shouting to the yellow city limit cabs “Amman! Amman!”. He offers me a more timely departure for triple the money, but I kindly decline. I’m listening to some mp3 stuff anyway to evade boredom and driving around in circles has a certain philosophical sexyness (lacking a better word).

We drive through the dessert and suddenly we are in the city of Amman, as rich in history as is Damascus, and a good atmosphere. I take a taxe to Jeffrey’s apartment and meet a friendly gentleman. We talk a bit before going to sleep.