Today "Jerash / Jarash. The border crossing was yesterday almost smoothly. The Syrians want to exit 500 lire from me. I changed all my money in Jordanian dinars. In Dinar do I pay almost double. (Not much fun). At the Last 5 post (the Syrians) is telling me that I should not fuss to go through that nobody Iceland (5 km.). Therefore, a taxi driver to take me conscripted.
On the Jordanian side, I wonder by an officer through to the next, and then, at last Items are available with a fee label too little. Great! After a brief history of my way, says the tax collector; "fits, go." To
about 17 clock I stand alone on a crossing in the fields. Tired, without water and with burning feet. A driver waves at me. I wave back and keep it with me. "Welcome to Jordan! How are you? Do you need anything?" An hour later, is a large plate with rice, nuts, chicken and herb sauce.
The tea is served strictly by rank order. Only the host, then the boss (father), then the age-appropriate. Women stay in their rooms.
This morning I had tea with the "Civil Defence" = (rescue, Fire department, army drunk). The need for security and the controls are not as strict as in Syria. I could even make a photo of the men!
now happening, once "Amanda" of the capital.
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