Jerash - city of ruins

The 23rd
Jaresh!! The anicent ruins of a city to all travellers, where markets, bath houses, churches, temples and ampitheatres
blossomed.  The intricate, sophisticated architechture told of Roman, Ottoman, and Helenistic influences which were
obviously inspired by the arable and cultured land.  To reach Jerash we took the service bus.  Understandbably, we tourists
pay tourist tax (as our friends Ana and Andrew have taught us).  We ate the old zartaa bread (manaeesh) for breakie and by
the time we were finished with Jerash it was evening, our water had run out long ago, and in the humungous and shade-less
city we were left drained of all colours save red from sun-burn.
  We have been travelling really slowly the four of us, as we all appreciate each nook and crany, end up befriending many
locals, find fossils and old paths, and frequently stop for chillout seshs'.
  We saw a man draw pictures within bottles out of sand (a skill beyond my logic), a Jordanian pipe band (dressed in traditional Scottish skirts),
and heard the cheers of a reenacted chariot race.
Jerash drew the skeleton of an oriental period full of mystisism and I felt like a lost princess.
My favourite site was the temple of Alemonia, the Roman goddess of fertility, (ironically) home to twisting fig trees and a young boy selling water!

sand artist

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Arriving back in Amman we four voted on Al Hashims for our last dinner in Amman city of hustle and bustle.
Al Hashims provided my lunch and dinner diet of homos, falafel, bread bread bread for a consistently cheap price.
Slept well.