I have a boyfriend
27.1.2005 | Aqaba, Jordan
Well, I finally know now how it feels for a girl to be stalked by a boy who won’t leave her alone, won't let her breathe, and is following her around, all out of pure love. I had 7 missed calls yesterday (because I was moody) and ten today (because I was under the water most of the time). Let’s say his name is Ahmad. He called ten minutes ago and said he was coming to Aqaba tomorrow!? I sent him an SMS, saying that I wouldn't be able to come to Wadi Rum tomorrow so he decided to pay me a visit. Tomorrow I also intend to spend most of the time in the water and alongside of it – by the way, the water is EXCELLENT! 23°C! – So I tried to tell him not to come. And he understood. But still he was a little sad.
Christmas
12.1.2005 | Aqaba, Jordan
It's been quite a long time since my last entry. It's hard to decide where to start and which of the adventures of the last couple of weeks to write about. Does it even make sense to write about things that happened to a group of 50 guests (we tourist guides try to avoid using the word “tourist”) beside me? Maybe it does, because everybody has their own, unique way of perceiving a certain event.
A massacre on the beach
23.12.2004 | Aqaba, Jordan
Morning in a beach close to Aqaba. The sun came out and started peeking over the hills that seem to rise out of the sea and then extend further towards east and the desert. The rays of sun are hitting the windscreen and it's becoming hot. I draw the curtain away and look outside, when I catch sight of dead bodies, lying there helplessly, under the window. Three corpses, being warmed up by the mild morning sun.
EXODOS…
21.12.2004 | Aqaba, Jordan
Before the border I stopped at the gas station and filled up everything I had. First in the place where everything is dirty on the floor and you have to be careful not to fall and then the other place, where it smells of acceleration. That’s where I also carefully cleaned the fuel tank hole with petrol. I only paid about 18 euro for 50 plus 35 litres. It was eleven in the evening. Perfect, I'll make a full use of the Syrian insurance and take out the Jordanian one with the beginning of the new day.