Airport Conversation

In the airport cafe over a cup of tea, we talked about the differences in the arab world . Once we were on the plane, we were kept for two hours waiting to take off. The pilot kept on apologising every fifteen or twenty minutes, saying it was to do with baggage handling.

We overheard a woman complaining to the aircrew that the same thing had happened to her mother, and couldn't help wondering if the bags were being scrutinised beyond the already stringent controls that are now in place.

Eventually we took off and four and half hours later, 11pm local time, we were in Amman, Jordan. My visa, obtained after a short queue, cost me 10 Jordanian Dinars. We were met by a cab driver who transported us to a restaurant where our friends were waiting for us.