Helene, one of the ladies who helps with this blog, just recently came back from her vacation in Jordan. She was fascinated with the beauty of that country. But with the dress code there being so conservative, she could not even wear most of her fancy outfits that she packed.
by Helene, from Belarus, about her visit to Jordan
Ajloun in Jordan – ancient Roman castle ruins famous for its columns and great acoustics.
All starts here, in the international airport of Amman, Jordan. The atmosphere of friendliness, people are tired after exhausting flight but still smiling and friendly. After the customs checkpoint Jordan begins. All is new for me and really amazing.
Arabic music from all corners, girls wearing shawls and jackets, though I noticed at once the beautiful manner of how those shawls are arranged on their heads. But I understand immediately that my dresses and skirts will be not fit in here. The same as a full bag of tights which I took with me in hope that the weather here will be like our summer. But I also understand that my tights, different colours and patterns, would be out of place here. In Jordan women wear either long trousers or long skirts. Even though some locals have quite well fitted pants, for me to flaunt my tights among them would be considered rather rude than attractive.
Here, in Amman, is the start of my first encounter with Jordan. There will be days full of impressions, journeys to ancient places, and meetings with people who managed to become a part of my life during those several days which I stayed there. The only problem was language, since only younger generation could speak more or less English, so they suffered most and in the evening they ran away to sleep very early, completely exhausted because of the whole day of translating.
Maybe that was the main reason why one of the girls decided to teach me Arabic. Well, in vain of course, as I was more busy with visiting new places, taking photos rather than revising words, but my bad luck was that I was accommodated in her room, so every evening she checked what words I remember. Really hard work for a holiday. Maybe that is why this impression is the strongest one, and this teacher is one of best teachers I have ever met. But the holiday ends sooner or later, I am at home now – all as usual again, work, autumn.
Sunset over the Dead Sea in Jordan. Helene didn’t swim since she was not up to wearing a swimsuit among conservative locals.
Have you ever been to Jordan? Both me and Helene would love to hear your comments and stories. We love to travel and exchange experiences with others.
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