30 Oct 09
On returning to the hotel, there is coincidentally a policeman there. As we set off he waves us down and tells us we need petrol for our journey! Actually it seems he needs petrol to follow us, though his advice is timely as unbeknown to us, most petrol stations are closed on a Friday .. that’ll be today then. As we head off on the main road it is obvious he is a tail, kindly he remains behind, so I set the speed. Except – when the time comes to changover he pulls in front and flags us down. Quickly we learn that every time the tail changes, we have to stop and wait; the changeover involves a handover of paperwork on us. Nearly all the other tails set the speed by driving in front. The few times my frustration got the better of me and I tried to overtake we were flagged back – get in your place Shaw. All driving styles were in evidence from youthful steadiness, thro’ youthful impetuousness (drive faster than the Pajero can manage, then when it is obvious we can’t keep up slow to a snail’s pace then race faster than we can manage again, all the way to the I’m not bothered we’ll do 45 kph regardless. Two I stopped to tell to speed up, but the effect was short-lived. I never resolved whose fault it would have been if we did not make the border by midnight – the expiry of our visas! These tails changed about every 40 km and on entry and exit to each town as areas of responsibility changed – a mere 750km of this faffing. All I presume for out security. Incidentally, the media case of 4 (?) French tourists being killed in a drive-by shooting near Meda’in Saleh a couple of years ago was not actually the case. I had seen a blog suggesting otherwise and Abu Sultan confirmed, it was near Medina, a long way South, though they may have come from Meda’in Saleh. Anyway, this was 750km of not being able to freely find a loo, stop for a snack and leg stretch, choose our own pace or points of interest – we were prisoners on the road. Another 470miles driven.
At last the Jordan border, phew most speak a little English. The offices are not in the right order. We have a Jordan visa – needed it for the Saudi visa application ... no we don’t. They’re now out of date! But, new ones are free here. Okay where’s that office – no sign but find a room – v quick, written in log, stamped and out. Back to first visited (2nd in order) office, okay now we can be stamped in. Where next – car import, 3rd office, well no. Need 3rd party insurance first – 5th office. Oh, just in the middle of this, come and park over here, we’ll do your customs clearance (somewhere out of the 3rd and a half office(!)) . So – any electrical goods? What does that mean, do I have an encyclopaedic memory of every piece of wire I’ve packed. He stops me past “mobile phone”. Fuel/benzene, well yes; where, mme in the middle of this kitchen sink ... lets make it up as just 1 can of petrol. They were pretty good really. Okay now to that 5th office, no lets go to the 4th office to change money and get rid of all Kuwait dinar and Saudi riyals. Never bartered over exchange rates before, but it seems to work! Now the 5th then back to the 3rd. All done – visas free, passport stamps 11JD ea, car tax, car insurance (3rd party) 19.5JD. Like so many border posts, its dark at night and strangers are all over the place – take our time and watch everything.
The freedom as we emerge into Aqaba is palpable. There are people of both sexes walking about enjoying themselves, we’ve got rid of our police “escort” and I can go and have a beer ...
31 Oct 09
Diving is tiring stuff, so we ate in the hotel that evening - with the odd beer - the elixir of life. It was a 2 night stay, because most directions you leave Aqaba from are over mountains and just as you shouldn't fly within 12 hrs of diving, neither should you drive over mountain ranges. Lonely Planets was sharp on that - a shrewd piece of advice.
1-2 Nov 09
Off to Wadi Rum today, famed for its part in the film setting for Lawrence of Arabia (colour version). Just call in on the castle at Aqaba - it's the only feature of the town worth a special visit - but, refurbishment not complete and it is a small site with little special to offer so we do not linger. Sadly, the only local interaction we have there is with some wayward children (8-10 yrs - should be at school) who's only grasp of the English language seems to be the Hollywood version with mostly F-word use and the aggressive body language and facial expressions that go with modern violent films.
2 Nov 09
The wind is gusting as we set-off (a dormitory tent blew down in the morning) and aren't we glad that we have seen Wadi Rum before this awful visibilty set-in. The sad aspect is that as we turn off the Amman road for the Kings Highway - famed for its spectacular panoramic views and sweeping wadis - we can hardly see anything. Even stopping the truck to view is unpleasant as the wind is v strong at the panorama points and the dust gets everywhere, including behind your eyeballs. I know you would like to see what it can be like, so here is a Google Earth pic. Our pic was a sand collage.
Late away from Wadi Rum and with a few planned sites the day is too short. Some of the plans require good vis for the views,so we press on. We drive by Petra - enjoyed it 20 yrs ago and we don't have the time now. Shobak castle - mme, its dark by the time we get there and there are no tourist night sodium lights to make it pretty, so that is a miss as well. We arrive at our accomodation - Dana Guest House in the dark - it is run by the Park authority and has a hippy/posh pension feel to it with eco awareness emblazoned across all activities. Very friendly and well organised. The view is to die for, but it is still blowing a gale with poor vis. We will not be hanging around. An early morning walk around the once abandoned village proves interesting. A couple of "hotels" have recovered some buildings and made a go of it, but sheets of canvas and polythene seem to be required to fininsh the job off. About half the village remains abandoned with the rest awaiting the tourist boom. Dana Nature Reserve is deservably popular and quite a few walkers set off while we were there - it is poorly signed/mapped though, at present.
3 Nov 09
All the views were stunning, this is from our balcony - which I got locked out on, in a gale, in my p-jays, when the lock jammed - all to bring this pic to your home ....
So after a strole around, breakfast and some truck re-organisation including re-inflating the tyres after the Wadi Rum desert driving we are off. (Reducing tyre pressures (as far as half pressure) gives improved grip in the sand, but made the truck a bit wayward on the road.)
Karak Castle is a stunning fortress, tho' not as well described/explained or maintained as Crac De Chevalier which we saw in Syria last year. The vis is still poor, so a planned cros-country route down a steep wadi towads the Dead Sea would have little value, besides we are still tired after the long drives and pressure of departing Kuwait. We make straight for Madaba, well but for a wrong road out of Karak; that decides it we are cutting out those extra visits and going straight for Madaba. That clock change has really shortened the useful day, it is dark by five and with little dusk, just dark.
Madaba reads well in Lonely Planets. With our Middle Eastern experience we found the "historic" buildings quite ordinary and the town not unusual. It is starting to develop with the buidling work for a tourist precinct coming along. The main interest was the strong Christian community there and the multi-faith aspects of the town. We stayed in the Pilgrims House - its attached to a Greek Orthodox church and like so many minority religious buildings in multi-faith ares of the globe sat behind heavy security gates and barbed wire fencing. It was reltively basic and only one fellow traveller tried to convert us. The town is also a centre for mosaics, old ones, with some excellent museum examples, not that they are well cared for or maintained - perhaps with them surviving the last 2 millenium they are good for a while yet ...
4 Nov 09
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