Bedouin Garden Village is a funny place to stay. It’s your typical backpacker hostel
full of hippie couples with dreds, a lot of Germans, and the occasional pop in
from English grandparents who quickly turn away because “this lodging is just
unacceptable sir!” It has a pool and a ton of outdoor seating and seems to be sunny every single day.
Right across the street is the Red Sea and promises of some of the best
snorkeling and diving in the world.
We decide to treat Aqaba like a vacation. We eat hummus and oranges for breakfast (I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to this) and I head out to acquire some snorkeling gear. Because it’s early March, the water is cold so we’ve decided to grab some shortie wetsuits as well. This day is gorgeous, and literally walk out from the beach in front of us to snorkel with a myriad of fish in a brand new ocean my toes have not yet touched. Things are looking up!
Happily, I step into my wetsuit and zip it right up to the
top of my neck and then help zip Alex into his. As our guide, Shark (he's about 85 and feeble...which makes his nickname pretty hilarious) gets himself together to come out with
us, I feel sort of uncomfortable in my wetsuit. It seems to fit right, but something is digging into my
upper thigh. It’s probably just a
seam I think, as we get ready to head out. But then the seam moves. And I am electric, moving as fast as I can and yelling for
Alex to unzip my wetsuit. Everyone
is staring at me like I’m the most insane woman they have ever seen as my blue
and white polka dot swimsuit and boobs (boobs in the middle east do not exist…)
are on full display. As the
wetsuit comes down, out pops a very large cockroach.
I struggle to keep my breakfast hummus down as the
Jordanians gawk at me with a “what’s the big deal – it’s just a roach”
expression on their faces. I look
back at Alex and he is wearing a look of full and complete disgust, because he
too has just seen the world’s largest cockroach crawling down my leg and across the
floor. Apparently things are not
looking up in Jordan.
I hesitantly put on another wetsuit after I insist that it
be checked over and over for bugs.
What. The. Hell.
Our snorkeling party consists of Shark, three Swedish girls who look to be about 18, and Alex and me.
Our snorkeling party consists of Shark, three Swedish girls who look to be about 18, and Alex and me.
For the next four hours of snorkeling, I cannot shake the
creepy crawlies. Everything that
brushes me makes me think there are bugs crawling on me, and sort of takes the
fun out of snorkeling as a whole.
Alex, a first timer, seems to love life under the water, so I take a
breath and just enjoy it. The fish
here are beautiful, and it’s amazing to just be able to swim out a few feet to
enjoy full blown coral reefs with sea turtles, sea snakes, eels, and schools of
colorful ocean fish. Shark leads us around the reef for an hour, and then heads in to hose off the Swedish girls with his handheld shower nozzle...I decide to pass on the hose down and opt for some sunshine and another go around the reef.
The next day, Alexander and I go for a walk. We’re on the south beach side of Aqaba
and again, in the middle of nowhere.
The earth is so dry that it is cracked in large sheets across the horizon,
something I’ve never seen in real life before. We’re in search of a grocery store (candy), and have been
assured that we’ll eventually find one if we keep walking. So we keep walking…and walking…into the
empty desert in front of us. Then,
there’s a Radisson. And a
gate. A very large gate with armed
guards. I walk up to a guard and
ask if he knows of a supermarket near here. He ushers us through the gate and points down the road.
I’m not really sure how to describe this abrupt change in
place. On one side you’ve got the
endless desert and here, in this place called Tala Bay, things are downright palatial. The streets are paved, it’s lush and
green, there are restaurants, ice cream shops, super yachts, and the water
looks more beautiful than it did a mile away. The people are good looking, all the signs are in English,
and things just seems so – expensive. There’s a liquor store above the way (there’s been no
alcohol in our lives since we left) and a grocery store with American products next door. I have two
snickers, two popsicles, one root beer, and spaghetti noodles and sauce…and Alex
has three very large cans of beer.
We have found our own Mecca.
We go outside to eat our popsicles and just sort of stare at this
place. It’s a luxury community where
you can move in or park your yacht.
“It offers ever refinement of the sophisticated good life” (the signs
have informed us) and has it’s own beaches, pool boys, yacht attendants, etc. It’s a manmade oasis for wealthy
vacationers (or as the Brits would call them, holiday makers) and such a change
in scenery that I literally cannot believe my eyes.
We walk back out into the desert and I start to wonder if
that’s what Africa might be like.
Enormous hotel compounds at $2,000 per night where might giraffes wander
around outside your room as you eat breakfast. One hundred feet away, razor wire separates you from the
slums surrounding you and the people who haven’t had a fresh drink of water in
days. To me, this is what Tala Bay
feels like, and it leaves me uneasy.
Finally, it’s time for us to figure out a way to leave
Jordan. A few online searches show
last minute tickets to London and Paris at around $600-800 per person. Not possible. After an hour of searching, rerouting, and brainstorming we
find it: Amman to Gatwick - $235 pp
on Easyjet. Two seats available
the night before it departs.
PURCHASE. Thank you
Easyjet.
As the sun sets on our final days in Jordan, I am glad that
we have come. I’ve seen Petra, and
experienced a new way of life that was wholly unknown before. I’ve become even more protective of my
rights as a woman, and 1,000% more grateful for the country I was born in. While I don’t always agree with what
happens in the United States, I see now that we are getting a few things
right.
OMG!!!! So sorry, That's all I have right now.
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