Day 1 fee layla, or how i still dislike hookah

so i last left off with me crashing on my bed. which was a lie. i was way too strung out to even THINK of sleeping.

still grungy, we all immediately looked for the nearest bank to exchange money. found it! it was up a wretched hill which was covered with... construction, sand, shards of evil glass, cigarette butts, every other ungodly thing you can think of. (good thing i was wearing my fake chucks.)

we wandered around, and decided to get some food and i experienced my FIRST encounter with someone who knew absolutely no english. it was awesome. i was in the store attempting to find hummus, because they had everything else... would you BELIEVE there was none? i have to admit, i was a little bummed out to discover that that particular stereotype hadn't panned out for me. seriously. no hummus? sad.

so anyway, i bought a ginormous bottle of water 1.5L? and a bag of pita bread. tasty stuff, let me tell you. but my total was .65JD. and i really had know idea what that meant because, you ASSUME that it's going to more than a dollar for such items... i smiled and said 'marhaba!' and the man took my 1JD and gave me some change. okay, i realize that that is a semi boring story, but this is for documentation's sake. srsly.

anywayyyy. no food really, nicole and i (side note, i will be mentioning random names and will not bother to explain them because that takes far too long) dined on some pita bread and peanut butter. yeah. welcome to al-urdun! haha.

food food. beer run? yes. the gang and i trekked back up that devil hill i previously described and obtained some alcohol. i purchased a heineken, amstel and a petra beer. just for the record, heineken sucks in all forms. i am a firm believer now.

and sooooo began our first night. we hung out and played poker, drank beer and it was a jolly time.

later, everyone decided to go to a hookah lounge up the street and so i went along with them. it was pretty okay minus the fact thatttttt everyone stares at you. no jokes man. the hookah lounge was probably an all male site, but we didn't know that and so sandra and i went. the guys even had to ask if it was alright that we were there.

the hookah was quite cheap. and very smooth. it was the realllll genuine shisha. but i still don't like it. it's just... hookah. still it was good to try the real deal.

after about 30 minutes into the hookahing i started to pass out. i was trying to fight it but i couldn't. simply toooooo tired. and with the amount of men staring, well, it just got old.

although i DID have a bit of dialogue with the locals. i asked where the bathroom was and how they were doing. they seemed happy i was attempting to speak my elementary english. :D

but alas, the end to my night consisted of passing out in the bed and not moving until 9am today.

i didn't even wake up to the prayer call.

how awesome is that?