A sunny Sunday should always include adventures with friends. After lunch Amanda, Cecilia, Dustin and I all packed up and headed into town. We found the second craziest taxi driver in Jordan to take us into town. We visited a glass blower/artist, of Armenian decent whose parents fled the genocide, and has lived in Jordan his entire life. His siblings and children are scattered all around the globe, and he spent an hour talking to us, and sharing tea with us. An amazing moment to share.
After bidding out new friend farewell, we hit the road into the depths of the suq to look for dresses and kephias and random treasures. After the adventure of finding an ATM that worked, we found a quaint Iraqi restaurant with a gregarious owner who invited us to come back after shopping for dinner. He was hilarious. And the food, pickled cucumbers, biryani, potato stew, was all delicious. And all of it for 4 JD (jordanian dinars) each. Here's Dustin and the owner of the best Iraqi restaurant in town.
The true adventure came when we got in the taxi to head back the to hotel. Our driver must have been sampling a bit of forbidden drink because he was wacked. He counts as the craziest driver in this town. He introduced himself as George Bush, told Dustin it was tragic that he was single and three single "sisters" and that since we were beautiful we could pay more. He grabbed Dustins' Arabic phrasebook and while driving began to read it. When he couldn't find a word he wanted, he hollered and chucked it into the dashboard. He pounded on the side of the car and yelled at all his friends about the Americans in his car. We laughed the whole way and paid him double just for the entertainment.
After bidding out new friend farewell, we hit the road into the depths of the suq to look for dresses and kephias and random treasures. After the adventure of finding an ATM that worked, we found a quaint Iraqi restaurant with a gregarious owner who invited us to come back after shopping for dinner. He was hilarious. And the food, pickled cucumbers, biryani, potato stew, was all delicious. And all of it for 4 JD (jordanian dinars) each. Here's Dustin and the owner of the best Iraqi restaurant in town.
The true adventure came when we got in the taxi to head back the to hotel. Our driver must have been sampling a bit of forbidden drink because he was wacked. He counts as the craziest driver in this town. He introduced himself as George Bush, told Dustin it was tragic that he was single and three single "sisters" and that since we were beautiful we could pay more. He grabbed Dustins' Arabic phrasebook and while driving began to read it. When he couldn't find a word he wanted, he hollered and chucked it into the dashboard. He pounded on the side of the car and yelled at all his friends about the Americans in his car. We laughed the whole way and paid him double just for the entertainment.
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NNFF - I am so happy to read blog from so far away.
Keep passing along the updates... oh very good.
Have so much fun you can't stand it!
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