Arrival in Jordan
After a non-eventful several hour layover in the Frankfurt airport (a fine European hot chocolate, a massage, and a snooze), we hopped on a 20 ½-row Royal Jordanian A319 aircraft for the final (4-hour-long) leg of our trek. Our flight arrived a half hour early in Amman, and after changing US cash for Jordanian Dinars (referred to as JOD or just JD by folks here), we purchased our visa and walked through customs, only to discover our lone checked bag was not on the carousel. Checking bags is always distressing for me. I always expect them to get at least delayed, but sometimes lost. And then there’s the ability that without checking a bag you can scoot out of the airport more quickly. So after giving our baggage claim ticket to an attendant, he went in the back and found it. I had to go in the back room and let the Customs guys search the bag…similar to what happens every time I leave Grenada with a bag full of chocolate and spices. We joked a bit, they asked if I spoke Arabic. La ...