Last night I decided that, instead of spending the night in Damascus and then go to Petra, I'd just catch a night bus. It would leave at 11PM and arrive in Amman at 7AM. Supposedly.
We got their closer to 1PM, and the only reason I made it there at all was because this beautiful Dutch girl lent me enough money to get through (fun fact: my ATM card doesn't work in Aleppo because all the banks are local, and therefore, to Visa, withdrawing money is abetting a "rogue state", so I was completely broke by the time I got to the border), and a Syrian guy in a calculater watch and pressed button down who couldn't pronounce my name (I was alternately 'Sir George' and 'Mr Jack') pulled me through the laborious visa process.
Then, in Amman, I hopped on a microbus for 4 hours, just having arrived in Petra. Having not eaten a proper meal in 24 hours, a shower in closer to 48, I'm looking forward to crashing. Happy 4th of July.
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