Aqaba, Jordan- 4/11/2019
My three night stay in Aqaba was uneventful except for some time hanging out with some excellent backpackers, However I do want to talk about Jordanian hospitality.
I arrived at my hostel ludicrously early in the morning, something like fourteen hours before my proper check-in. I found all the lights out, and the host, Baha asleep on the couch in reception. He woke up and set to fetching me some tea, and trying to sort out a bed for me, despite my suggestions that a couch somewhere would suit my jetlagged arse just fine. Baha ended up making a bed for me on the floor in a common room while I brushed my teeth and took out my contacts. After I assured Baha that everything was perfect, he left me to it, and I fell into a peaceful sleep.
In the morning after a breakfast of falafel, omelette, and bread washed down with strong Turkish coffee I checked in properly. Baha informed me that he wouldn’t charge me for the extra night, and after arguing for a short while, I realised that further offers of extra payment would cause offense. Due to cultural restrictions, the traditional Australian gift of beer was not a good idea, so I bought Baha some nice Swiss chocolate instead.
When I woke from my first night in Aqaba, the jetlag I held at bay with alarming levels of coffee and adrenaline demanded its dues. I spent most of my first day chilling at my hostel, before a late lunch of chicken and almonds on a bed of hummus. The next day I went to the beach with Sam from Canada and Colin from Newcastle, then dinner with some lads from the hostel that had adopted me for the duration.
The next day I went to Wadi Rum in a shared taxi with three of the same lads. Florian had talked me into joining him for part of the tour and Bedouin camp stay, so off I went on my next adventure
Adrian's Got The Moose 