Thursday, October 29, 2009

I'm An Illegal Alien

My Passport is gone! It's Missing!!!

I've retraced every step I've taken in Jordan in the last five days. It's gone!

To make make matters worse, I was supposed to renew my VISA 5 days ago. I went in to do this and then they sent me to get unexpected blood work done. So somehow in the span of three days... It disappeared. Vanished.

Lost. Without a Trace. I'm wondering where the Law and Order is, I've already been to the COPS. Criminal Minds might be at work out there with my Alias. The passport wasn't in my House, it wasn't at The Office, and I've searched all over The Community. I've worked the Numb3rs, and it just doesn't add up. I haven't had many Happy Days, with too many Late Nights - there's been no Glee, even with my Friends.

Send out the Heroes, my very own A-team, someone's gotta pay, I need some Avengers. Please if any of you have been Touched By An Angel, let me know and get out solve these X-Files. I would even settle if you are a Dark Angel or one of Charlie's Angels. From the Desperate Housewives, to the American Dad's, Journeyman, or any Fugitive from the law, answer this call, your very own Mission Impossible, and I know America's Got Talent. Start the Sunday Countdown, I won't stop, I'll be sleepless with Insomnia until the day I shout "Eureka, So You Think You Can Dance?"

And just for the record straight, (one last one I promise) I didn't lose it Accidently on Purpose. No, it just went missing.

So this makes me an illegal alien in Jordan. I went to the US Embassy today, but you what... they close at 12:10 today... because its the end of the month (even though its the 29th, and a Thursday). They don't open again until Sunday.

But that was the end of this day, no it got worse.

I went over for a piece of Chocolate cake... I needed something. When I left the restaurant, it started raining... actually pouring on me. I was soaking wet. I jumped a taxi, but because of the strong rains and some Stock Rally Car thing going on in Abdoun, most of the roads were blocked off.

I get the bank on foot, I have 1 dollar left in my wallet. I go inside to check my statements, but what do you know, I cannot do that because my statements are in Hong Kong... and their systems are not wired together in Jordan. So I walk downstairs to pull out money.

The receipt pops out, but I'm waiting for my card, and waiting and waiting. The problem, it had popped out, but because of a plastic guard over it, that covered the card, I didn't know I could pull it out. So, now I'm in trouble because the bank machine gobbles up my card AND I still don't have any money.

I walk back upstairs. "Sorry, we cannot take out the card until.... Sunday." NOOOOOOOOOO!
Can you just give me money from my account then? No, I'm sorry, we cannot do that either. This is a bank isn't it? Don't you have money?

Finally, the manager calls up and gets approval... and pulls the card out. I ask if I can just try to get the money again... he said, "Don't do that, I think its broken." You need to go over to the international branch. "But hurry up, they close in 45 minutes. "

Remember that Stock Car Rally? Well all the roads were well blocked off for a few blocks. I walk and walk. And I cannot find a taxi. 20 minutes left. Finally I find a taxi. We race off to the HSBC bank. I get their within 10 minutes......

Finally I got money... but I do have to check in a few days my online statements... to see if they took charged me an extra $200 dollars. Life has been frustrating to me. And I still don't have my passport. But Hahmdellah (?sp), Praise be to God... He hasn't abandoned me yet!!!! (Even though it seems so chaotic and complex).

Ma Salam,
Greg

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

All in One Day

9.13.09.01

I have just been woken up AGAIN by the loudspeaker (for the call to prayer) ... its 5AM!!!

Its a new sound speaker, it sound likes its coming from outside my window.

9.13.09.02

5:20, I wonder if this is a sanctioned speaker... I have begun plotting ways to destroy this sound system. Can we not have the first call to prayer at a more reasonable hour, lets say 10:00 AM?

9.13.09.03

With the morning distractions, I have been unable to get much additional sleep

9.13.09.04

Its now day four in the same socks, all of my other socks are being washed at a friends house (thankfully I have clean undergarments)

9.13.09.05

We are driving towards Macoure -- where John the Baptist was beheaded, I just passed the plains where King David and his men fought against the Moabites.

9.13.09.06

Just passed Kings Academy, school where King Abdullah founded. If I enjoy teaching here, I will apply to teach there.

9.13.09.07

We are now driving down the The King's Highway the oldest road in the world .

9.13.09.08

Just saw where John the Baptist was imprisoned by King Herod, and later was executed. Only the ruins still remain.

9.13.09.09

We have just stopped to eat an authentic meal, there is a large tour bus of loud Americans near by. I'm very conscious of my own identity right now.

Americans are loud and annoying, and either overly friendly, or overly rude. As a nationality we know very little of humility, (except for the simple hard working folks, little of this breed still remain), or the culturally aware traveler - a stark contrast to the eye agape tourist, who travels to a new area for a week and automatically assumes they know everything about that location.

Nothing is clearer than the ignorant American who drinks alcohol in a culture in which this act was forbidden at one point and is still frowned upon.

9.13.09.10

Just the oldest map in the world, it was a Mosaic located on the floor of a church. It was in another church, but it was destroyed, when the roof fell down it perfectly preserved much of the ruins.

9.13.09.11

Finally onto Mt. Nebo... the promise land is in sight. However, I wont have a chance to visit this location until my passport is near to expiring (for reasons I cannot explain here)... or I might never be able to see it in person though.

Still it was quite amazing to stand in the very place where Moses stood.

9.13.09.12

Parts of Moses are still evident... the place where he struck the rock to create a stream, is STILL HERE! Yes, you could see the green of bushes and trees against the desert backdrop.

9.13.09.13

Final entry: I just swam in the Dead Sea again... this time I put the mud on my fact, I really did look like the swamp monster this time!

Salam!




Wednesday, October 7, 2009

A Few Frustrations

A Few Frustrations:


This next post will mainly tell of some of my initial frustrations living in Jordan. From panic attacks, to irate taxi drivers, diving into a new culture is not met without difficulties.


Happy Trails to You (until I’m safe again)


My first adventure to a Wadi was enthralling and ever-bit fascinating. Where else can you hike through a river, with steep rock cliffs on both sides? When faced with a second opportunity to go Wadi hiking (with the spoken guarantee that it would be easier than wading through a river), I jumped at it.


The day started off well, we climbed up several hills, found the trickling stream, and I had ample time to take pictures: from an obstinate crab, to a curious frog... all seemed to be going well. This of course all changed when I was informed of the plans to climb up one of the steep cliff walls. Being afraid of heights, I mumbled my misgivings about this new turn in the adventure (there was some talk of this before, but I thought that it had been laid to rest when we started to run out of time).


I was told not to worry, and that we were going to meet up with a road at the top of the cliff walls and the trek down through the canyon would be easier than the ascent.


We began deliberately climbing, inching our way ever-skyward. At the crest of each hill, was more rock to be conquered. After 15 minutes, I realized that we were still going up. With each rock I passed, I became more alarmed. Suddenly, I bolted up the cliffs, nearly running on all fours up the ascent. I’m actually a decent climber, and I can certainly hoist my own weight, I just don’t like heights... so in doing this I was trying to reach the top as quickly as I could.


One Person’s Road, Another’s Goat Trail


With each scoop of gravel and rocks that I scooped past my hands, the more alarmed I became. I was full on my way to a full-blown panic attack (my first one, so this was new territory for me: literally and figuratively speaking). I had gone on so far ahead, it took about 20 minutes for the rest of the group to catch up. By the time they got up to me, I was gripping ahold of a rock, with my body dangling on the 45 degree slope (that might not seem very steep, but there were no solid rocks at this point and I was wearing running shoes with almost zero traction).


Once Dan got up to me, I was stuck in this massive panic attack. Ironically, the rock that I was gripping onto so pervasively, came loose the moment Dan arrived. (I realized this then, but was still panicking that I didn’t stop to Praise God for it, but I don’t think that rock was solid to begin with. He made that rock freeze in the gravel to give me security when I needed it most.)


Once the rest of the group caught up, it was then, and only then that both Dan and I realized that this “road” our fearless group leader was describing was not a road, but in fact a goat trail-- which at times was only 4-6 inches wide of packed dirt.


What Comes Up, Must Come Down... (but its the Down that Worries me the Most)


It was at this moment that I faced a dilemma: either go back down via way of the boulders (steep climbing), or traverse along the side of the cliffs, hugging the cliff walls.


I was terrified of both of these options. Watching our group leader from across the gorge wasn’t any easier. While it didn’t look like she had much room, the only thing that I saw was that she had 10 feet of rock slope, until it dropped off for hundreds of feet. *Translation* If you slip, you have 10 feet to stop your descent, until you die a horrible and gruesome death.


After much trepidation, I finally chose to go the way of goat trails. While normally I would protest, Dan (father of four, who at this point was treating me like a son), took my hand and I was too afraid of my own footing to dissuade him.


Did I learn any great revelations from this experience? I will always trust my own judgement and never go up a cliff. But also, I can believe his promises in His word, that in Psalms 18, that He is a rock, and a fortress firm beneath our feet. The next morning I was reading in Isaiah for my devotions and came across the passage, that we will go through fires and not get burnt and walk through rivers and not drown. I took this into a new meaning, I walked through a Wadi, and did not fall down, the Lord Saves!


Men And Women Have Different Hours


Finding a gym here in Jordan, was proving to be a difficult experience. I for one, do not lift weights to impress, rather, I lift because I have weak shoulders from playing American football. Feeling fat and weak, it was time for me to get back into the gym.


One that I tried out was called “VIP” but it was anything but this. When I arrived, I simply went inside. I’m waiting in the reception area, there was no one at the front desk. There was however a woman vacuuming the floor. So I politely hollered, “hello”.


She freaked out and started yelling at me in Arabic. She wasn’t wearing anything “inappropriate” and she did have clothes on, but for a Jordanian woman, she wasn’t wearing much. She ran behind a wall, while I turned and faced the door, figuring she was embarrassed. She continued to yell in Arabic, and I just wanted to know what was going on. Finally she was able to form the words in English “come back have past six”.


What I finally figured out, was that men and women work out at different times at this gym. I didn’t know this, and there was not a sign on the door informing any hapless American of the different gym hours.


Forty minutes later, she came out in a full burqa covering (covered from head to toe). She was a very traditional Muslim, and I was too embarrassed to look at her in the eye.


So Where Is All the Equipment?


I was in such a need for a workout, that at this point I didn’t care where I got it. The gym was falling apart. Most of the equipment had been heavily “modified”. Meaning the cables had snapped, and they had been tied together, etc. The crossover machine was such that the weights on one side were 5 inches higher than the ones on the other side.


I was scared working out here. All the while I could hear the voice of Adam Laforrest whispering in my ear, GET OUT OF HERE! (Adam wasn’t there, but he would have never worked out in this gym).


Even the simplest items, like the bench press was dangerous. You had to bang the bar to get it to rest on the uprights. Its not fun having to save energy, struggling to keep it from killing me.


Thankfully, I found a new gym, Sports City, an amazing complex with new equipment. The only thing that is odd, is that women work out with men at this gym (like any other gym I’ve been to), but somehow it feels especially weird now that I’m in Jordan.


Is My Driver A Jew???


Most taxi drivers have been especially curious and quizzative since I’ve arrived in Jordan. They want to talk to you, know where you are from, and what you are doing. On my way over to Sport City (which is aptly named as it comprises of tennis courts, a stadium, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, and of course a nice gym), I found a taxi driver who knew no English.


I had to call a friend and have him give the driver instructions. Once he got there, he tried to make me pay double! The outrage! After I had seen the taxi meter before he turned it off. I said no, this is two dollars you owe me a half dinar. He was upset and threw the money back into my lap. (There was no way that I was going to leave without paying).


I called up my friend who does speak Arabic, and the guy said that he felt that he should get paid more because he was following special instructions. Finally, he gave me the half dinar and I got out the car. To which my friend replied, “the driver went all Jewish on you.” (I don’t mean to slam Jews of course, but rather point out how they are perceived in Jordan, and how this drivers actions were that odious).


One final item, drivers here are very particular. They often wont pick you up unless you are going their way. Quite opposite to that in Hong Kong. It is against the law to refuse a person there. After having no less that 10 drivers refuse me today, I wish that was the case here in Jordan!


Anyway, have a wonderful day, as tomorrow is always a new day!


Salam (Peace)!

Greg

Friday, October 2, 2009

Swimming in the Dead Sea

Swimming in the Dead Sea:


This will not be the longest message, as I am a little pressed for time, but I did want to give you guys somewhat of an update. My journey here in Jordan has now lasted about 5 days, and I am loving it!


One of the very neat things that I’ve been able to do is to visit

the Dead Sea and go river hiking in a stream flowing into the dead sea.


River Hiking:

I went up this stream, there was amazing pictures and sights to see. I made this trip with Dan (not his real name) who is living here, and Andrew (not his real name) who is currently eliminating drugs from Afghanistan. The whole trip was somewhat of a challenge, as we had to go up some waterfalls that were steep.


In fact, one waterfall that I was going up, I lost my footing (they were swept under me), and I went careening down the waterfall certain to be smashed upon the rocks below me (I most likely would have broken a few bones). Luckily with my right arm, I managed to grab ahold of a rope that was dangling, and with my left hand I snagged my baseball cap that was most certainly going to swept away by the current.


While we were there Dan told a story about how Elijah hid on the brook of Cherith, (location uncertain) to be fed by ravens. While it is uncertain where this brook is, one could certainly see how easy it would be to hide there for years.


One last object lesson, as we floated closer to the dead sea, we could see all of these fresh water fish swimming, edging closer to their impending doom. The Dead sea is almost 80% salt, and 20% water. Nothing is alive in it at all. These fish would die within minutes once they reached the waters-- spiritual application, it doesn’t pay to swim and float with the herd.


Dead Sea:

Also there, we swam in the Dead Sea. It

’s fantastic because you cannot actually swim, but really just float. Its nearly impossible to sink in the sea because your body is so buoyant. There I had my first mud bath, with the famous Dead Sea mud.



Well, true to promise, I didn’t have much time to discuss in fantastic details all that is going on, but instead I hope you enjoy a few of these pictures. Check out my facebook for pictures in fuller detail.





Salem (Peace),

Greg