It's hard to know the scale of the buildings, but they are massive. Compare it to the people in the picture!
Thank God Jordan is nice and cool (compared to Dubai, of course). If Petra were in Dubai, we would not have made it out alive.
After our Petra excursion, we went a Bedouin (native) village called Wadi Rum, where we camped with the native tribes for a night!
I headed to one of the most difficult border crossings in the region: going into Israel.
For those of you that aren't familiar with it, going into Israel can be a nightmare. I met people with stories of how authorities opened their laptops, went through all their files and cameras, if they even sensed that you may be pro-Palestinian.
My friend Andrew from Kentucky actually got denied at the crossing twice because he told the truth: that he got an internship in the West Bank (Palestine).
So, I didn't know what to expect.
They also bombarded me with some pretty intense questions.
"Why are you traveling alone?"
"What were you doing in Jordan?"
"Are you planning on going to the Palestinian Territories?"
"When are you leaving Israel?"
Being a flexible backpacker, I didn't exactly know when I was leaving, which made things worse. I pretty much had to explain my entire trip (and my life story) to them to get that stamp. I feel like Israel is like a club and you have to go through some kind of initiation to get in.
Instead, most Israeli products don't even have a single word of English on them. I'm talking water bottles, chips, fruit juices, the basics. This makes buying beyond water a bit of a guessing game. I suppose it's good to be proud of your language, but I have a feeling a lot of it is political and - dare I say it - xenophobic.
As for the people, I can see why they call it Arab hospitality because it's way different here. Going from an Arab country to an Israeli one has been night and day in the sense that Israel is more like the US: everyone's just doing their own thing. It may be because Israel gets more tourists, yet somehow I felt a friendlier vibe in Italy, one of the most tourist-packed countries, so it can't be that. We shall see.
A few pics of hostel living (for Dad):