The city centre in Amman is actually quite small. You can walk around it in less than a day and see all of the sights by foot. The Turkish Mosque is a must-see, beautifully decorated, you cannot actually go inside but just gawp at its stunning design from the outskirts.
The Citadel sits on a hill above the city and is the perfect place for panoramic views of Amman. It's peaceful, historic and the best place to people watch. The museum has artifacts dating back centuries and will take you back through the years, teaching you all about the Islamic and Jordanian culture.
On The Verge of a Revolution?
The mood has changed. The tyres burning in the middle of the road are an indication of the unrest in the town. We all reach for our scarves and wrap them around our heads careful not to draw attention to ourselves. People line the street chanting and waving sticks. We drive past slowly, one of the party taking pictures from the window.
‘Put it away,' says another.
We drive through the small town in silence. Neither of us wanting to say anything. This is the second protest we have seen in less than an hour.
There are protests happening across the country of Jordan in reaction to the sudden increase in the price of fuel. The people are not happy with the decision and two cars have been set alight in my next port of call.
Last night I received a call from the manager of the hotel I was staying at.
‘You cannot travel tomorrow,' he says. ‘It is too dangerous for a woman by herself. We cannot take you to Karak.'
I go to sleep and wonder how I going to get back to Amman when I wake. Luckily I am not alone, an American family I have been to Petra with are heading in the same direction. They give me a ride and I am so grateful that I am not alone.
As we approach Jordan's capital, the Foreign Office warns of protests in the city and all entry is blocked. I am invited to stay with the American family on the outskirts. The news is calling it the beginning of an uprising in the last neutral Arab state. How true this is, we do not know.
What happens tonight will reveal whether I have just witnessed the start of a revolution or just a day of angry protests.
Either way I am glad I am leaving tomorrow…
Things Are Getting a Little Strange
On the road from Wadi Rum to Petra, we stop in a restaurant for some coffee. There is a strange atmosphere.
Pictures of women with their heads covered praying adorn every wall; the Koran is playing in Islam over the television and there is a separate room for the women to eat!
Needless to say, we did not stay around.
My Final Hours
Wow, what a day my final day in Jordan has been. Haven woken ready to leave this turbulent country, I am now sad to depart.
With only one day left I had to see as much as I could in my last remaining hours, and despite warnings from the foreign office to stay away from tourist areas, I hired a driver (who doubled up as my own personal tour guide) and did a ‘Challenge Anneka' around of the rest of Jordan, avoiding the main hotspots.
My first stop was Jerash – the second most popular tourist destination after Petra, known as ‘a Rome away from Rome' with its ancient Roman ruins.
But there was no time to stop and marvel at these ancient ruins as it was time to head further north through Mediterranean scenery to the ancient town of Umm Qais. Past olive groves, citrus fruits and banana plantations to an old Roman town 378 metres above sea level that used to serve as a key trading route from Syria to Palestine.
At one point we were only 30 minutes away from the Syrian border and less than 2 hours from its capital, Damascus.
Umm Qais is 110km north of Amman and is the perfect viewpoint to see the surrounding borders; the Sea of Galilee in Israel, Syria and Lebanon. The old Decapolis city is made out of black basalt and is the only place that has a black and white amphitheatre and church.
For anyone visiting Jordan, this place is a must see and shouldn't be overlooked.
Then we drove south through Jordan Valley to the creme de la creme – the Dead Sea! I was not going to go home without floating in that baby!
With only 45 minutes until I had to leave for the airport, I threw myself straight into the lowest spot on Earth and bobbed about, smiling and laughing at the dead sea monsters entering the sea (careful not to swallow any salt). The Dead Sea is lined with luxurious 5 star hotels all cashing in on its natural health spa properties. Some even charge the equivalent of £50 for access to their private sections of the sea. As a backpacker, I chose Amman Beach, a private beach that is more suited to a traveller's budget of £15.
I travelled to Jordan as a solo female. If you're looking to travel alone to Jordan, there is lots of advice to help you plan your trip on the Girl about the Globe website. Read: Solo Travel in Jordan
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