Matt Kauffman in Jordan

Too much Salt will leave you thirsty

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Saturday we went to Salt, a town about an hours drive northwest from Amman. Situated among three craggy hills, it has been a crossroads of sorts since the time of Alexander the Great. It was a long, but exceptionally fun day.

It was also my first trip outside of Amman and while cities have many things going for them (diversity, culture, the arts…people), they often stand apart from the more rural communities that surround them. And so it was with Salt. It was a little more reserved; more thobes and hijabs could be found amongst it’s narrow streets that wound their way up into the beautiful hillsides. But like Amman, it was full of generous and gregarious people.

Could I write more about it? For sure, but I’m saving the ol’ writing chops for the next post. In the mean time, chiggity check out some pictures I took from the day in Salt:

En route, we were treated to breakfast on the side of the road.

Purty ain’t it?


Then we headed to the Salt Museum, where you could read all about the conquering civilizations that had put their stamp on the city (Roman, Byzantine, Ottoman to name a few). The view from the roof wasn’t bad either.


In a shady plaza at the confluence of two roads and market streets, local men played mancala. Among our large (and sometimes boisterous) group, our presence felt imposing, but they didn’t seem to mind.


Under the intense sun, we hoofed it uphill.

U mad (sic?) bro?


I made some new friends on the way…



Then somehow our rowdy group squeezed into Al Khader Church, a tiny 17th building built after St. George appeared to a traveler taking shelter in a cave and told him to build a church on the ground. I would have liked a bit of solitude and tranquility out of this lovely place. I didn’t get it.

Until I return, I guess this photo will serve as a stand-in


After I met some more local kids and bonded with them over WWE, a bedouin family-run restaurant made us lunch. After the copious amounts of food had settled a bit, some of us dressed in traditional wedding garb and treated the rest of us to a dance.



After that, we visited Jordan’s first school.

I think students might be distracted by the view. I would.


Then I put the camera down for a bit as we parked at a little roadside cafe on the outskirts of town, burrowed at the base of two hills. It was all very pretty; you’ll have to take my word for it.

Back onto the bus and we climbed higher still, to the highest point in Salt. At the top lay a pristine mosque and a view looking out towards the Dead Sea and Palestine/Israel. Sam decided it was as good a time as any to get some head shots for ANTM:

Not really. I was sneaky and caught her off guard.


As the sun went down, the wind picked up and we headed into the mosque. There we saw the mammoth tomb of the prophet Jethro (or was it Elijah? someone help me out here!)


And then quenched our thirst with a drink from the mosque’s ancient, miracle well.


With that, we called it a day and headed back home: Amman.



Written by kauffmant

20/05/2012 at 11:01 pm

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