Sweet monkey piss

Let's start with some details and then I can move on to some in depth loving of the world and all its intricacies if I see fit.

First of all, when I last left you the plan was to leave on Thursday, but without much encouragement we changed that to Friday giving one more day to mentally prepare for whatever was ahead. So on Friday we were off an running, or stumbling under weight of packs as the case may be. We hauled our asses to the bis station (the one just for Karak) and snagged two seats. Unfortunately, because our bags were placed on seats of their own we were charged for 4. NO biggy, but they were only there because the guy suggested it. The bus would have been full either way, so he wasn't scamming. I assume he just thought we'd want our bags there. Next time, it's aisle or bust!!!!

Found a place to stay in Karak with a super fellow just outside the castle and after a brief wander we hit up the reason to be in Karak, Karak Castle.

A specimen of Crusader castle technology, this sweety was nailed by Salah-al Din and his boys and was eventually taken over and added on to by the Mamlukes. Lots of fun all around. Tonnes of long galleries and underground tunnels, battlements to climb etc. And the position of both the castle and the town, literally perched atop a hill, is something pretty sweet.

That evening we wandered the town a bit, went to Delicious Meal cafe and wanted shwarma...as seems to happena lot on Friday nights they were out and were packing up, but they had felaffel. That sounded alright. Zoe wanted fries so we ordered some of those too. Somehow that meant felaffel sandwich in a pita and fries...in a pita. Hilarious but delicious, and the combo, with a marinda in a glass bottle made for a wicked photo op.

More wanders and then...and even for another post!