As I lay in bed this morning trying to make myself get up I received an e-mail threat that they were going to cancel my precious journal because I have not updated in 2 months. So here I am updating.

Bad bokerah, bad bokerah. Every day someone tells me don't leave tomorrow, bad bokerah (the day after tomorrow). This has been going for almost a week and now it is finally time to leave. Tomorrow I will take a 5 am bus to Amman and then a 7 hour bus to damascus. I recently attended 3 or the 4 day bedouin wedding. day one was dancing. the women danced inside in small room with the doors closed and the men danced outside. after a while the women gather...

After three flights, which crossed multiple time zones, I arrived in Amman -- the capital of Jordan -- at 3am on the 23rd. After some negotiations, a bunch of waiting around, and two cab rides, I arrived in Ayn Moussa, which is supposedly the well of Moses. I was welcomed by famillair faces who recognized me from last year. As soon as I arrived tea is put to boil. It is almost bedouin tea, minus the sugar (I'm trying to kill, and not feed, the single-celle...

I actually have not begun my travels quite yet; I will arrive in Jordan on the 23rd of June. I welcome you to follow my journies via this travel journal!