(picture of As-Salt) It takes a few minutes to get a visa on arrival. Of course, I had to be stopped and taken to a special room. ‘What is this?’ asked a guy pointing at my Afghan visa. ‘Why is it here? Why you went there? why? why?’ “To see friends”. ‘Local friends? American friends?’ “Local”, ‘hmmmm’. Then he opened my passport at a Syrian visa asking the same. ‘Why you went there? Why travelled? why!?’, “I don’t know. I was passing by”, was the only thought that came to my mind. He look at me suspiciously and then ‘Welcome to Jordan’ and I was free to go. Yes, it took a while to get out of the airport. I understood, that I had to take a taxi to get to town. I met a cool local girl, who was returning from her solo trip to the Nepalese mountains. It was great to see an Arab girl going on such adventures. She accompanied me in a taxi to my place.