Dubai, Arab Emirates, to San Francisco, December 9, 2013,
Monday
There is
little to report about the trip home.
1. We arrived two hours early for our check-in
with Royal Jordanian Airlines and just sat around after mediocre coffees and
croissants. Afterwards, we were admitted
to the Royal Jordan lounge where we found we could have had a sumptuous
breakfast free, but the way this trip had been going…
2. The three and one-half hour flight from Dubai
to Amman was uneventful.
3. At the Amman airport, an airport functionary
in the boarding process screamed something incoherent in Arabic at me, and I
was bewildered. It turned out that I was
standing in the women’s line to get my carry-on checked. He quieted down once I crossed over to the
men’s line.
4. The flight from Amman to Chicago took fifteen
hours, and we were squeezed into tiny seats in the rear. Not to worry, though. The plane showed “Lawrence of Arabia,” and we
were back in Wadi Rum.
5. We waited only a little more than an hour in
Chicago, and the flight home was fine.
6. By the time we got to bed we had been up 27
consecutive hours.
The
month-long trip had its moments, both good and bad. On the whole, we are thankful. It was a great trip.
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