Wow, it seem that we spent the whole day waiting to get out of Egypt and into Jordan, most likely because that is exactly what happened.
Feeling a bit queasy from the three beers each last night, we got up, Djalma packed and organised while I lay on the bed feeling sorry for myself and then we got a cheap taxi to the station with plenty of time to get our bus to Nuweiba for the ferry to Aqaba, the southernmost tip of the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. Once we arrived at the port in Nuweiba we had a good long wait for the ferry – around three hours as it was running late. There was a fairly big group of us waiting for the ferry and all of them were really friendly but I was too hot and crabby to socialise much and spent a good part of the time whinging or watching Top Gear's Vietnam Special which had me in stitches.
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| From 10 Dahab |
When we eventually got on the ferry it was just a matter of time – about an hour or so, before we landed in Aqaba and were stamped through passport control and welcomed into Jordan. First impressions were good at the port the men working were not sleazy and they welcomed us like they meant it, so far so good. We all shared taxis into town to find cheap hotels and said goodbye from there, some of us exchanging numbers and email addresses. Djalma and I sorted ourselves out on a rooftop with an amazing view of Aqaba, we dumped our bags and then did some lazy wandering/exploring. We had some ice cold Kirkady, a hibiscus drink and bought some long shorts for me to sleep in for when we aren't in a private room. Everyone is really friendly and really polite, shop assistants are helpful and don't get narked when you ask to see something and then don't buy it and there are no double prices – heaven! The downside is that everything is more expensive but not to worry – it's a small price to pay for equality and no hassle. Welcome to Jordan!
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| From 1 Aqaba |
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