People get ready for that [taxi] to Jordan.
Lodged between the rugged cliffs of the Jordanian desert is Petra, a valley that was home to a B.C. city and that now bears the remains of hundreds of deep and sometimes ornate tombs carved into the rock. It's dope, I'm into it. I'm especially into the long day hikes up into the surrounding mountains during which you might stumble across the occasional Bedouin goat herder who invites you into his simple home for tea. Some hot tea, some soccer with Bedouin kids, some goats, some fantastic views across the rocky desert landscape... like I said, into it.
I don't have much else to say about Jordan. Really, the point of this post was to drop the Curtis Mayfield references I've been storing up for months in preparation.
Since this is the Middle East, I guess I can provide some political commentary. You ready for it? Ok, here goes...
That there are entire swaths of the planet that I can't just stumble around meeting people and exchanging handshakes and smiles is stupid. That there are whole portions of the city of Jerusalem or entire villages in Israel where I can't go without fear of getting harassed is stupid. That I can't even come to a tourist center like Petra without experiencing (very slight) undertones of fear and animosity is stupid. Hey world, grow up.
Really took you to school there, didn't I?
Anyway, tomorrow I leave Jordan to do what any respectable JewBu (Jewish-Buddhist) does after a pilgrimage to Asia and Israel. Travel through Ethiopia, duh!
Here's a (long exposure) picture of the Treasury at Petra at night. That shit's just carved right into the rock face. Not bad, huh?
Talk to you from AFRICA!
Lodged between the rugged cliffs of the Jordanian desert is Petra, a valley that was home to a B.C. city and that now bears the remains of hundreds of deep and sometimes ornate tombs carved into the rock. It's dope, I'm into it. I'm especially into the long day hikes up into the surrounding mountains during which you might stumble across the occasional Bedouin goat herder who invites you into his simple home for tea. Some hot tea, some soccer with Bedouin kids, some goats, some fantastic views across the rocky desert landscape... like I said, into it.
I don't have much else to say about Jordan. Really, the point of this post was to drop the Curtis Mayfield references I've been storing up for months in preparation.
Since this is the Middle East, I guess I can provide some political commentary. You ready for it? Ok, here goes...
That there are entire swaths of the planet that I can't just stumble around meeting people and exchanging handshakes and smiles is stupid. That there are whole portions of the city of Jerusalem or entire villages in Israel where I can't go without fear of getting harassed is stupid. That I can't even come to a tourist center like Petra without experiencing (very slight) undertones of fear and animosity is stupid. Hey world, grow up.
Really took you to school there, didn't I?
Anyway, tomorrow I leave Jordan to do what any respectable JewBu (Jewish-Buddhist) does after a pilgrimage to Asia and Israel. Travel through Ethiopia, duh!
Here's a (long exposure) picture of the Treasury at Petra at night. That shit's just carved right into the rock face. Not bad, huh?
Talk to you from AFRICA!
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