Sunday July 11, left Egypt to go to the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan ...
Today I'm going to remember for the rest of my life ... I think it was the worst day of the trip, I know that's not saying much because we come from party, but it is logical that a trip of 7 months there are days of shit ... well, this was the shit day of the first half of the trip ...
To reach Jordan had to pass through the triple border between Egypt, Israel and Jordan, which involved four different steps of migration: out of Egypt into Israel, out of Israel, entry to Jordan ... for some reason there was an easy and convenient way to make this crossing, and we had to walk on, with endless queues in the sun, people feel bad, other people slipping, and cursing us with a dream murderer ... in short, was in his underwear as hell would my friend Pablito Roberts ...
Needless to say, this deadly crossing took us all day, and all the energy ... or whether we would get to Jordan not wanting anything, if I remember exactly what we did to get there ... drop dead.
The border was clearly the worst of Israel, both on entry and exit ... waits were fatal, the unbearable heat, controls a mass ... with forgiveness of all Jews, but I guess Hitler's hatred of Jews born in a queue of those any time he wanted to walk across the border ... We finally
the border and drove on toward the desert of Wadi Rum, where we had scheduled a trip in vans through the desert to end at a Bedouin encampment, for the second time ... clear that by the time we drove we could not ride in vans and had to go straight to the camp, but no one wanted to spend the night in a desert with the shitty day that we had .... but hey, to change the face and go forward ...
The camp was very similar to that we were in Dubai, except that here we had big tents for two people, with cots, and slept in Dubai to the great "manage" ...
Well, as I said, meant the coming to camp, dinner, bath and sleep for most ... Some stared at the end of the world and others prefer to look at the stars a while just before bedtime ... the sky was divine by the little light that was ... the last time I remember so clearly seeing the Milky Way was a night at landfall, the field of my uncles Tacuarembó ... the interesting thing here was that it seemed like they had messed up all the stars ...
The next day we got up early to do the safari trucks that we had, and then we went to Petra, the reason I went to Jordan in the beginning ...
arrived to the hotel and gave us a while before walking out to the ruins of Petra, a city created in the rocks, sculptures and beautiful buildings which are still very good ...
The walk lasted about four hours for us, and obviously we end up dead, but it was worth ... the heat was too strong as ever so far, but we really incredible things that were worth the whole trip up there ...
All in all, we live on July 12, the eve of birthday Maria Clara Ferreira Rios, born July 13, 1984, hours to fulfill its añito number 26 ... wanted to start the celebration the day before to finish the party the next day, and in Israel, so we went to dinner at a cafe at the entrance to Petra, and then we got together for a drink with people group in the same place ... Sure, that was until we saw the prices and decided that would be taken somewhere else ... let life at that dinner, and worst of all was that he paid the bulk Clari ... is a condition that still could not win ...
After dinner we went to the hotel bar, which was a little cheaper than the other, and we formed a sort of little party to receive my birthday, dancing and drink ... allowing time for sleep only one hour, since we woke up at 5 am to go to Petra ...
Obviously, the next day we slept, and went to the farts of the hotel, fortunately without causing any delay, loading the bags were still in bondis ... That was Jordan
, short but just in time ... impressive visit to Petra, and also I added another beer to the history ... Amstel ... I think it's Dutch roots, but it was made in HKJ.
Today I'm going to remember for the rest of my life ... I think it was the worst day of the trip, I know that's not saying much because we come from party, but it is logical that a trip of 7 months there are days of shit ... well, this was the shit day of the first half of the trip ...
To reach Jordan had to pass through the triple border between Egypt, Israel and Jordan, which involved four different steps of migration: out of Egypt into Israel, out of Israel, entry to Jordan ... for some reason there was an easy and convenient way to make this crossing, and we had to walk on, with endless queues in the sun, people feel bad, other people slipping, and cursing us with a dream murderer ... in short, was in his underwear as hell would my friend Pablito Roberts ...
Needless to say, this deadly crossing took us all day, and all the energy ... or whether we would get to Jordan not wanting anything, if I remember exactly what we did to get there ... drop dead.
The border was clearly the worst of Israel, both on entry and exit ... waits were fatal, the unbearable heat, controls a mass ... with forgiveness of all Jews, but I guess Hitler's hatred of Jews born in a queue of those any time he wanted to walk across the border ... We finally
the border and drove on toward the desert of Wadi Rum, where we had scheduled a trip in vans through the desert to end at a Bedouin encampment, for the second time ... clear that by the time we drove we could not ride in vans and had to go straight to the camp, but no one wanted to spend the night in a desert with the shitty day that we had .... but hey, to change the face and go forward ...
The camp was very similar to that we were in Dubai, except that here we had big tents for two people, with cots, and slept in Dubai to the great "manage" ...
Well, as I said, meant the coming to camp, dinner, bath and sleep for most ... Some stared at the end of the world and others prefer to look at the stars a while just before bedtime ... the sky was divine by the little light that was ... the last time I remember so clearly seeing the Milky Way was a night at landfall, the field of my uncles Tacuarembó ... the interesting thing here was that it seemed like they had messed up all the stars ...
The next day we got up early to do the safari trucks that we had, and then we went to Petra, the reason I went to Jordan in the beginning ...
arrived to the hotel and gave us a while before walking out to the ruins of Petra, a city created in the rocks, sculptures and beautiful buildings which are still very good ...
The walk lasted about four hours for us, and obviously we end up dead, but it was worth ... the heat was too strong as ever so far, but we really incredible things that were worth the whole trip up there ...
All in all, we live on July 12, the eve of birthday Maria Clara Ferreira Rios, born July 13, 1984, hours to fulfill its añito number 26 ... wanted to start the celebration the day before to finish the party the next day, and in Israel, so we went to dinner at a cafe at the entrance to Petra, and then we got together for a drink with people group in the same place ... Sure, that was until we saw the prices and decided that would be taken somewhere else ... let life at that dinner, and worst of all was that he paid the bulk Clari ... is a condition that still could not win ...
After dinner we went to the hotel bar, which was a little cheaper than the other, and we formed a sort of little party to receive my birthday, dancing and drink ... allowing time for sleep only one hour, since we woke up at 5 am to go to Petra ...
Obviously, the next day we slept, and went to the farts of the hotel, fortunately without causing any delay, loading the bags were still in bondis ... That was Jordan
, short but just in time ... impressive visit to Petra, and also I added another beer to the history ... Amstel ... I think it's Dutch roots, but it was made in HKJ.
Ah! I forgot ... Hani Pasha there is a character in the movie "Body of Lies" from Leonardo Di Caprio ... but is very good, see it!
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