Self-Inflicted Insomnia

Hello! I have been suffering from a lack of sleep (call it self-inflicted insomnia) and have, as a result, decided to mention it in today’s post. But fear not! This is not a rant. This is a normal post. And it is about Jordan. We have been to Petra, the Wadi Rum, and the crusader fortress of Karak. They all had one thing in common: super-duper expensive. Really pricey. But this ain’t a rant.

So. Petra. Everyone’s heard of it, everyone wants to go and everyone’s bound to quiz me about it. It’s not an unjustified urge. Petra is brilliant. You walk through the Siq (wadi?) to get to the Treasury and are greeted by possibly one of history’s grandest sights. The Nabataeans who built the tomb (still the Treasury) knew how to make it look good.

Time (and superstitious Bedouin) has eroded it, but the famous scene of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade remains the most dramatic and magnificent sight of all Jordan.  I mean, it sort of materialises out of the rock. Sure, the Monastery is awe-inspiringly huge, but it’s a climb and it’s not even red! Only the Treasury is red.

You really need 2 days in Petra. It’s huge. I’m, frankly, running out of words. Oh, did I mention that one of our friends is shooting a film in Wadi Rum? She is. You are denied the right to a spoiler. Well, okay, just a littl-  oh **** I’ve run out of words- *transmission cuts out*

Car Crash 1

Hello readers! Today I have decided to write a blog post. Why? Look at the title. What does it say? Car Crash 1. That’s right, I’ve had my first car crash. And no, I wasn’t driving. Nor (to her credit) was mum. No, our driver was a Bedouin smuggler (whose name I can’t, shan’t and won’t spell) who accidentally drove his 4×4 into a hole at 30mph. To his credit, we were the 11th car or tuk-tuk (yes, they have those in Egypt) to crash into the hole. And it was at night.

It’s a weird process. One second I was sitting in a seatbelt-free Land Rover, the next I was flying and then mum cannoned into me and my jaw struck the headrest. Then, when I came back to my senses, I was curled up on the floor of the car (I think). DON’T WORRY! I’m fine. The headrest was cushioned and took the impact. I am okay. Mum, however, was in a somewhat different state. I’m sure she has a post on her site, but here’s my take.

When mum woke up (according to her) she felt what she thought was cold water down her face. It was blood. Her head had smashed the window. She’s fine now, although she did have concussion. She slept that off, and all she has left is a headache. U wear seat belts now u hear me!? Lol. Uh, okay, so just read mum’s one cause I have run out of  words ink for my typewriter.