We got up late coated in sweat after an airless night in the living room and after a shower headed to Hashem, a cheap local falafel, foul and hummus restaurant for breakfast, where Djalma told me off for being so lazy and more focussed on books rather than on our trip, which was a fair point. We got to a kind of agreement of sorts, basically I had to pull my socks up and he had to be a bit more forgiving on my less social nature. We went walking around down town, wandering along the streets and through a covered fruit and veg market which smelt delicious but rotten at the same time and also housed some butchers with animal parts on display that were almost enough to turn me veggie.
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| From Amman, Jordan |
After fruitless search for a new wide angle zoom lens we slowly climbed back up the hill to Mustafa's house, chilled out while he slept in his bedroom. After some time sleeping, writing, reading, sweating and sleeping we went out again for dinner. We headed back down town and into Cairo restaurant where we had chicken and rice for a change (but it wasn't as cheap as the guidebook said, following in flipping Lonely Planet's footsteps) after our shared dish we went for a wander and found our way down near the Roman Theatre.
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| From Amman, Jordan |
Although the amphitheatre was closed off we could still see through the bars and Djalma had fun taking night shots. I was pretty knackered after a morning and an evening in the heat and so we started the long walk back home and eventually up the hill to Mustafa's flat were he was still tucked up in his bedroom. We saw his flatmate, and went to bed mentally prepared if not physically for another night of sweat coated dreaming.
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