The End

Good morning, Amman!
Today is our last day in Jordan. It feels like a day off.
Jordan won the match last night and we celebrated as if it were the World Cup (well, I'm exagerating a bit).
Farah invited us to an engagement party and we accepted. I'm not an expert in Jordanian society, but the villa was very nice and the people, chic and happy.
The party was cool but we didn't stay long. We were tired.
We were two when we went to bed, but three when we woke up.
I have named my headache as Manolito.
I wondered why Manolito is torturing me today and maybe the 5 beers and the half liter of 'Ara' have something to do with it.
Or maybe it was the ice of the drinks.

As in all stories, there is always a sad part: we had a funeral in the morning. Jack passed away.
I'm sure that the people from Tennesse can easily understand this, but it's a sad event anyway.
He was a good friend who make our nights better. He traveled all around Jordan like one of us. A friend, a comrade.
We will never forget you, Jack.
See you in the oceans.
Taking advantage of a calmed day, we are remembering the people and places we met. Also wondering and asking each other about passed facts or comments we heard. The time, once again, plays tricks. It's just a
week and it seems like a month.

Farah is supposed to meet us in a while to say 'see you in a few days'. She's coming to Cairo in three weeks for a few days. Holidays.

It will be great to see her again.

The adventure is almost finished, guys. I feel funny being back in a city after so many days in a different world, kind of.

And tonight, the city of the cities, the megalopolis, the continuous beating heart of 20 million souls, 24/7, traffic, dust, Nile and Pyramids.

Cairo.