It’s not the first time I’ve flown in a plane with an Arab pilot. They seem to have one thing in common. They fly like they didn’t make Top Gun and have something to prove. Calm down, cowboys! Aside from that, the flight to Amman was uneventful. Actually, one might even call it inspirational having the opportunity to watch Invictus. Very good, by the way. Arrived in Amman at about 01:00am and it was the fastest I had ever been trough any airport ever. I actually mean that. I’m not being sarcastic. It was then up at about 06:45 (ouch) to head off up to Jerash. Jerash (or Gerasa, to give it its Greco-Roman name) is an enormous archaeological site in the north of Jordan. Although there are signs of inhabitance during neolithic times, a major settlement was first established during Alexander The Great’s day. During it’s peak during its Roman phase the population rose to 20,000. The town was supported by the very fertile agricultural belt it finds itself in. There are still many buildings to wander through and with the help of your imagination, the whole, magnificent city comes back to life. Temples, collonnades, amphitheatres, hippodrome, baths, alters, shops. All there for one to stroll around. And that’s just with half of the city unearthed. The other half remains buried under modern Jerash.