Well its taken us 18 months to get here and we are finally here. We got the courage and time to get on the web. What a better way to start then to share your experiences, and mistakes with others and hopefully others can learn from our mistakes and enrich their journey.
I arrived to Amman, Jordan on the 16th of August. My wife joined me two months later. Before I came to Jordan, I was advised by everyone not to go. They said ‘Are you crazy? why do you want to go to the middle of a war zone?’ ‘Don’t they still ride camels over there?’ ‘So you’re gona be living in a tent then? Isn’t it how they live?’
Anyhow I totally ignored their advise, as they obviously did not seem to be too versed in the reality of the Middle East. I booked a ticket and arrived to Amman, Queen Alia International Airport in the middle of the night and was picked up by my schools Administrative Officer and the Head of Secondary. It was then what it seemed to be a very long journey to my new home, where I would lay my head and call it home for the next two years.
They showed me around my new home and left. I was left alone in a new house, new city, new country and as I lay my head to sleep I wondered about what I had left behind and thought about all the possibilities that lay ahead of me.
The rest as we say ‘is history’. 🙂