I digress. The trip to pick up our package at the parcel post location in downtown Amman.....that's the true eye-opener. We have traveled to Amman many times in our short month here, but, obviously, we had not traversed these particular streets! Our faithful guide and friend, Osama, led the way, having made an arrangement to deliver a car for someone. That was the first problem: we had to follow him, and stay in sight of him, in Amman traffic. Bad idea.
It actually only took about thirty minutes longer than normal, but it seemed like an hour. I think we doubled back and went around in circles more than once, madly trying not to lose sight of Osama. We started to wonder if he was purposely trying to ditch us. It also seemed as if we kept descending until we were in the bottom of a gorge. Down we wound, through impossibly narrow streets, packed like sardines with no escape. Incredibly, local people were crowding the sidewalks, darting into shops and bistros and in some places mixing with the slow-moving cars. Goods favored textiles and home-furnishings and always the clothing shops, always.
Typical Jordan Street Mix |
Only a short distance from this area stands the impressive City Hall and Cultural Arts Center. And, just down Queen Zahran Street are the embassies and mini-palaces. The contrast is so stark. Not unusual for any big city anywhere in the world, I suppose, but somehow, always unexpected.
From Tom: Following someone in Amman traffic is knuckle biting, since people cut in and out and cross traffic divides you willy nilly. At one point Osama, being four cars ahead of us, cut into the oncoming lane to race ahead. I think he forgot us. I did the same, knowing I would loose him and never find him again if I didn't. Ronna pleaded with me, 'You can't do that'....well, yes we did. We passed about 20 cars driving on the wrong side of the street. As approaching cars starting flashing and honking, we cut back in, due to the courtesy of the drivers we had just passed. In America you would be shot in a road rage incident for doing something like that. In Amman, "ah well".
Amman Parcel Post--after 3 weeks from America |
Our 5th line at the Post Office |
The post office reminded me of the prison in spy movies. Dark hallways, dark offices with 3 or 4 men sitting and smoking in them with piles of stuff. We stood in 5 lines before we made progress and then 4 or 5 encounters with customs, police and postal officials. Got it. I couldn't take the revealing photos, for fear.
Somehow our GPS system got us out of the mess in about 10 minutes, so we went to a movie at the Taj Mall and had dinner at McDonalds. Just for a trip to the Post Office.
That is crazy!!! Again, I'm so grateful for Osama. Keep him close. Will all your packages go to Amman? Letters? Smaller packages?? You should be getting a letter from me I sent last week, so, you'll be getting it in...3 weeks??
ReplyDeleteThat is one entirely bizzare and crazy life you guys are living over there in Never Neverland! Makes my little jaunt to the post office 2 miles down the hill seem pretty pathetic in comparison. I am still amazed your package actually got to you!!! I am impressed! The traffic sounds much like it is in Bolivia where our friends are serving a mission. Some nut swerved in front of him and so he had to brake suddenly, and the bus behind him ran into him. So, after all was said and done, it was somehow his fault (being American) and the bus driver had no insurance, so he had to have his insurance cover it, which they unwillingly did after he reminded them that our church has huge insurance policies over there through them. He has been put in jail several times in the past 5 months that they have been there. hahaha What a life. I love all your pictures and descriptions and narrations. You make my life more interesting by sharing. I can live vicariously through you guys!! Are you teaching any more classes, Tommy? Are you feeling any better? Love you guys.
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