Alden has arrived in Jordan. The flight was via Paris on everyone's favorite airline, Air France. With a fist-full of sedatives Alden managed to get some sleep en route to Paris. CDG airport was a mess compared to Dulles. (Side note, the girl checking Alden in at Dulles had his EXACT same birthday, year and everything. However, this, plus flirting, was still not enough to get bumped to business class.)
The flight from Paris to Amman was made easier by Alden's ability to charm a flight attendant into letting him sit in the emergency exit row. This served two functions: Alden's knees were saved, as was the life of the little brat Alden had been assigned to sit in front of. The kid had a "tickle me Tigger" that he was bashing, non-stop, into Alden's seat, so to play "The most wonderful thing about Tiggers, are that Tiggers are wonderful things! Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs! There're bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, FUN FUN FUN FUN FUUUUUUUUUN! THEEEEEEE most wonderful thing about Tiggers, it that I'M the only ONE!" Alden didn't like that.
Alden arrived in Amman at sun set. He was a little worried- the pilot said the temperature was 43 degrees, which is about one thousand degrees Fahrenheit. It was actually about 70 and breezy. Alden met up with BK (aka "Da Ampersand") and crashed at his place. Today: explore Amman. Tomorrow, the Dead Sea.
Alden's first important lesson learned thus far:
Jordanian wall sockets have on-off switches. To charge a cell phone, for example, turn the wall socket to "ON."
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