I travelled to Jordan as a solo female. If you're looking to travel alone to Jordan, there's lots of advice to help you plan your trip on the Girl about the Globe website.
Inside the Blue Mosque Knelt on the floor, palms open, eyes closed, I hear a noise – a jangling of coins. I open my eyes to see an old man in a black robe about to throw a gold coin in my lap. When he sees my blue eyes, he takes a step back. ‘Islam” he asks? “No,” I reply. He puts his coin away. I pull down the hood of my black Islamic robe, my dark hair falling loosely over my covered shoulders. ‘English,” I say. “Money,” he replies. I look around at the beautiful blue dome of the mosque I have just paid to enter. ‘I have to pay to sit down?' I ask. He smiles and looks at me with kind eyes. “You sit here,” he points to the back of the mosque where I have chosen to sit. “This is for the poor women.” “Oh,” I say. I stand and smile. He bids me good day. It seems that with my new dark hair and my black robe, I have just passed as an Islamic beggar! A Hijab – a robe worn by Islamic women