Getting to Amman - take 2

It's Monday. I am awake at 4:20. It's been cloudy and rainy here for 3 days. Yesterday I did the laundry by hand. Because of the clouds there is not enough electricity to use the washing machine. I hung the clothes in the room to dry. The air was damp yesterday but overnight the weather has changed. The moon is out and the air is dry. The laundry is almost dry. I had the option of taking it with me to Amman, but decided not to carry it. There is little hot water, again due to clouds. Good thing it will be sunny today.
I am ready. I leave one bag at the reception and take the back pack with me. The temporary driver arrives at the same time. The plan today is that he will deliver me to the bus. I am not sure what that means but I am about to find out. No lunch box today. The duty manager is still asleep. We take off. The driver tells me he is busy. I am not sure how that is relevant but I am sure it is. The driver's phone rings. I think it is the duty manager from the lodge telling the driver to be sure to drive me to the bus. The driver keeps telling him he his busy.
We make it to the paved road. The driver takes a side street and pulls up to a house. I pretend I am getting out. He tells me to stay put. He goes into the house then comes out with a flash light and starts rummaging in the yard looking for something. I hear a car coming on the main road.
The driver runs to the road and stops the truck. They chat. The driver wants the truck to take me to the Amman bus. He waves to me. I walk down to the truck. There are already two guys in the front seat. I squeeze in. We drive. Instead of driving to the intrsection to make a right or left, this guy gets off the road a few hundred feet before the intersection and cuts accross. I am not sure if this faster and certainly puts more ware and tear on the truck, but I am not about to have a conversation about this. Now the truck driver seems in a hurry. He gases the truck. Talking to his friend he says "I don't see the bus"
I am not quite sure where they are looking. Now we are in a small town. We see rear red lights. The truck driver thinks it's the bus. His friend does not think so.  We speed up and eventually they both agree it's the bus. It does look like it could be bus. The driver flicks the headlights multiple times but the bus does not stop. He wonders out loud if it's the Amman bus or some other bus. We are very close to the bus. As we pass the bus I see the sign on the bus. It is the Amman bus. The truck stops in front of the bus and the bus stops. I get out and get into the bus. I get to Amman. The bus driver calls a cab and gives him directions. Once we get to the waibdeh neighborhood the cab driver is a bit confused. I tell him to drop me off at the Paris round about. I get to the office. The hotel is a five minutes walk from the office. Everything is cool.