Flight to Jordan

Flight from London to Amman was five hours but felt longer.

At the airport I did not see the driver with my name because a bright sun was shining through the glass wall and right into my eyes. I walked around the gallery of greeters and started checking the signs. The second one I looked at had my name. So I walk up behind this guy and say say in Arabic, "I am Hilal." The guy turns around and looking quite suspicious asks, "Did you come through this gate", pointing to the arrivals area. I assured him I had and he finally decided to head to the car.

Bad driving, nothing new there. Took a while to find the place. Locked down place with cameras and no sign. An elderly woman pointed us to a door. Rang the bell and as soon as I said "I have a reservation" through the speaker I heard "you must be Hilal" perfectly pronounced. Guido the owner of the B&B came to the door.

Next morning at breakfast I learned that Guido was born in Jordan. His grandfather, a surgeon built the local hospital back in the sixties. I learned many other things about and from Guido. Check out the 'lemon tree b&b' on TripAdvisor.