Friday, 8 November 2019

Ajloun and Jerash: Jordan Part 2

One of Saladin's Castles and the Roman City of Gerasa

Amman to Jerash

Jordan

Today we were heading north from Amman and K had suggested an early start. That was fine by us, but we caught the hotel on the hop. Breakfast allegedly started at 7 but at our 7.30 arrival there was no buffet. The staff shuffled into action and we were eventually able to enjoy some ful, boiled egg and local bread.

To Go, or Not To Go

Our destination was Jerash in Jordan’s north-east corner where two days previously there had been an 'incident'. A disgruntled Palestinian refugee had run amok stabbing four tourists and four Jordanians (for Guardian report click here), causing serious injuries but fortunately no deaths. Our British tour company had emailed to say alternative arrangements could be made if we did not fancy Jerash today.

Jerash is 60km north of Amman, heading towards the corner where Syria, Israel and Jordan meet

Our first thought was that immediately after such an event Jerash would be the safest place in the middle east, but we wanted to hear what K had to say. He arrived on time and was keen to explain yesterday’s traffic jams – a police over-reaction to a demonstration by prisoners’ families claiming mistreatment – but said nothing about Jerash except ‘Let’s go.’

So we went.

Leaving Amman took a while, but the road to Jerash was a well-maintained dual carriageway and once beyond the city we made good time.

The well dispersed outer suburbs of Amman

November is the pomegranate season, and every few hundred metres a pomegranate stall sat beside the road.

Pomegranate salesmen near Jerash

Jerash to Ajloun

We drove to Jerash and almost to the town centre before turning off towards our first visit of the day at Ajloun, 20km north-west along narrower, but still well-surfaced roads.

Olive salesmen now joined the pomegranate vendors and as we climbed the hills out of Jerash we paused to look down at the olive groves with the city behind. We were standing beside a small fig tree and although the fruit did not look ripe, K suggested we try one. For the second time in my life (and the second time in six weeks) I ate a fig straight from the tree – it was almost as lovely as the first time.

Olive groves and the city of Jerash

Just over a kilometre away in the opposite direction is the Jerash (or ‘Gaza’) Refugee Camp, set up by the United Nations in 1968 to house 11,500 Palestinians displaced by the previous year’s Arab-Israeli War. It is still there; the tents have been replaced by concrete houses, the population has swollen to 29,000 and it looks like a permanent town – but it a remains a refugee camp, the poorest of the 10 UN administered camps in Jordan with 52.7% of the population living below Jordan’s official poverty line (see UNWRA website here). No sane person would condone yesterday’s attack, but when people are made to live without hope, it is unsurprising that some break.

The road winds though the outskirts of the smaller towns of Raymun and Sakib…

Sakib (I think)

……and on the approach to the next town, Anjara, we had our first view of Ajloun Castle.

First sight of Ajloun Castle

Ajloun Castle, Saladin's Defence Against the Crusaders

We drove through Ajloun town itself – towns come thick and fast in this densely populated area - and up to the castle.

Ajloun town

Ajloun Castle, also known as Qua’alat Ar Rabad, was built on top of Mt Auf (1250m) between 1184 and 1188.

Aljoun Castle

Some Historical Context

As successors of the Romans, the Byzantine Empire held Jerusalem and the Holy Land until the Islamic expansion in the 7th century. First the Ummayad and then the Abbasid Caliphate extended Muslim rule across the Middle East and North Africa.

Abbasid Caliphate at its greatest extent, c950
The Ummayads were displaced by the Abbasids elsewhere but at this time still held Morocco and the Iberian Peninsula)
(The work of Gabagool, borrowed from Wikipedia)

In the 10th century the caliphate started to fragment, though local rulers still recognised the supremacy of the Caliph. Around 1060 the east of the Caliphate was absorbed into the Seljuk Empire, though the caliph remained in Baghdad and retained spiritual leadership.

In 1095 the Byzantine Emperor appealed to his fellow Christian, Pope Urban II for military support against the Muslim Seljuks so Urban sent the First Crusade. The Crusade was actually of little help to the Byzantines but took advantage of the power vacuum in the west of the caliphate, establishing the County of Edessa (now in southern Turkey), the Principality of Antioch (southern Turkey/eastern Syria) and the County of Tripoli (now largely in Lebanon) and overrunning the 'Holy Land'. Most Crusaders went home once Jerusalem was taken, but enough remained for Godfrey of Bouillon to be declared ruler of Jerusalem in 1099 . Godfrey died in 1100, but his brother Baldwin was crowned King of Jerusalem and although his Kingdom was little more than a collection of connected cities, it struggled on for almost a hundred years.

The Crusader States after the First Crusade
(The work of MapMaster, borrowed from Wikipedia)

The weak Crusader Kingdoms still left a power vacuum, which was filled by Salah-al-Din, usually known in English as Saladin. Of Kurdish origin, he was appointed Vizier of Egypt in 1169 and by 1183 controlled Egypt, Syria, Upper Mesopotamia, the west of the Arabian peninsula and part of the North African coast, nominally on behalf of the Caliph.

In 1184 he ordered his nephew Izz-ad-Din to construct Ajloun Castle to guard the north and help the Damascus authorities control the local Bedouin who enjoyed considerable autonomy and had the irritating habit of occasionally siding with the Crusaders.

Saladin decisively defeated the Crusaders at the Battle of Hattin in 1187 and gained control of the former crusader states, thus provoking the Third Crusade. (The Second, 1147-50, had the limited objective of recapturing Edessa which had fallen to the Seljuks in 1146. It failed.) Saladin was an able military commander, and his humane treatment of the citizens and defeated defenders of Jerusalem gave him a reputation throughout Europe as a ‘chivalrous knight.’

From the outside Ajloun has some similarities to the, for us, more familiar castles of western Europe; like Goodrich in Herefordshire (we visited in September 2019) it is surrounded by a deep dry ditch. Once across the ditch the same murder-holes and arrow slits await the unwelcome visitor.

Across the ditch into Ajloun Castle

But here the similarity ends. Aljoun has no curtain wall, it lacks the open interior characteristic of the Norman motte and bailey design. You can walk up the steps….

Up the stairs, Ajloun Castle

….and wander through the rooms, but they are all within the masonry.

Inside Ajloun Castle

From the top there are commanding views across the countryside. Unlike Goodrich, which was a home as well as a stronghold, Aljoun was a dedicated military base, an observation post and a communications centre. It was one of a ‘chain of beacons and pigeon posts that enabled messages to be transmitted from between Damascus and Cairo in a single day’. (Lonely Planet).

Commanding view from the top of Ajloun Castle

The castle was built in stages. Izz-ad-Din’s compact nucleus was enlarged many times and several towers were added. It was long believed the castle had been built over a Byzantine monastery. There is a clue on the outer wall…

Top of a Byzantine niche incorporated into an external wall, Ajloun Castle

…but recently the floor of a Byzantine church has been uncovered within the castle.

Floor of a Byzantine church inside Ajloun Castle

Tea and Olives on the road back to Jerash

Leaving the castle, we paused for mint tea at the stall by the entrance. The stallholder insisted on taking a photograph of us – he must use this angle a hundred times a day.

Behind the teapots, Ajloun Castle

Unfortunately, K was hidden in that picture and as he was an important part of the team, I asked for a photo that included him.

From a different angle, K appears in the picture, Tea stall outside Ajloun Castle

Driving us back to Jerash, K asked if we minded him stopping to buy olives; it was olive season and his wife had tasked him with bringing home the year’s supply. We were happy to co-operate.

Roadside olive stall, near Jerash

I posed elegantly by the boxes while the stall holder talked K through the varieties and prices.

I pose elegantly while K gets the sales talk.
What do you mean that's not elegant? Harumph

He bought a box of green olives which were poured into a splitter along with a quantity of salt. The handle was turned and the olives emerged, each one with a gash and a dusting of salt. His box of black olives did not require this treatment; K explained they would be ready to eat after immersion in brine for a couple of months.

The olive splitter, roadside near Jerash

At the last minute he changed his mind and upgraded his black olives to the top quality, doubling the price. He bought a box of each colour, 10Kg in total I would guess, I do not know whether that really was the supply for the year, but olives are undoubtedly important to Jordanians.

Roman Gerasa and Modern Jerash

Settled in Neolithic times, there was already a town in the place we now call Jerash when Alexander the Great passed through in 333 BCE. Pompey’s rampage through the area in 64 BCE created the Roman Province of Syria, and Gerasa, as the Romans named it, became a major provincial city.

Jerash/Gerasa was/is split in two by a cultivated wadi. Most of the population have always lived on the east side, but the Romans constructed their important and ceremonial buildings in a walled city on the west.

Made wealthy by agriculture and iron ore, Gerasa remodelled itself on a grid system in the 1st century CE. Much of the work was completed under the Emperor Trajan, but it was his successor Hadrian who was honoured by the triumphal arch built for his visit in 129.

Hadrian's Arch, Gerasa (Jerash)

Equipped with a local guide, the man walking with a stick in the picture below, we strolled up the side of the hippodrome,…

Walking along the wall of the hippodrome, Gerasa

….along a line of shops,…

A line of Roman shops, Gerasa

….climbed the steps below the Temple of Zeus…

The top of the steps up to the forum, Gerasa

…and emerged into the forum. As we did so the guide exchanged a few words with the man sitting on the wall (above). We caught the word 'security' and then there was laughter and our guide waved his stick in the air. I had forgotten about the stabbings two days ago, there was no 'tight security' and no tension in the atmosphere. I had assumed the stick was a walking aid, not a weapon, but there seemed no expectation that it would be needed. I liked their attitude, 'security' makes me nervous; I feel safer without it.

The forum, Gerasa

Constructed in the late 1st century CE and lying at the end of the main street (the Cardo Maximus) the forum is a huge oval 80m by 60m surrounded by 56 ionic columns. The paving slabs of high-quality limestone decrease in size towards the centre. The effect is best seen from above and fortunately, Gerasa is built on the gently sloping bank of a wadi so getting above the forum is easy.

The forum and cardo maximus from above, Gerasa

We strolled along the Cardo, looking at the ruts made by ancient carts and thinking about all those who had walked this way before.

Along the Cardo Maximus, Gerasa

We paused to wonder at a Roman manhole and consider what may have lain below, then gave a moment’s thought to the poor sap, presumably a slave, who had to deal with it.

Roman manhole in the Cardo Maximus, Gerasa

Beyond the South Decumanus, one of the two main roads crossing the Cardo at right angles,....

Looking down the South Decumanus towards the Cardo Maximus, Gerasa

.... is the Nymphaeum. Built about 91 CE and dedicated to the water nymphs it housed the city’s main fountain.

Nymphaeum, Gerasa

Taking the steps to the left here leads to the remains of the Byzantine cathedral, but we were distracted by a young man using coloured sand to produce pictures in a bottle.

Making 'sand pokings', Gerasa

He produced some elaborate scenes, skilfully poking the various coloured sands into place with a spike. We settled for one of his simpler efforts – well, everything in Jordan is expensive.

Our very own Jordanian 'sand poking'

Steps to the right of the Nymphaeum led to the Temple of Artemis, but we would see that on our return journey.

The Cardo reaches the North Decumanus at the North Tetrapylon. Rebuilt in 2000, it was probably intended as a gate to the North Theatre. From here the Cardo descends to the North Gate.

The North tetrapylon and the Cardo leading down to the North Gate, Geras

Following the North Decumanus a little way uphill brought us to the North Theatre, the smaller of Gerasa’s two theatres, though with seating for 2,000. Built in 65 CE and enlarged in 235 it was used for government meetings rather than performances. Damaged by earthquakes and used as a quarry in Byzantine and Umayyad times it has recently been heavily restored.

North Theatre, Gerasa

Turning south, following the line of the Cardo but further up the slope, we came to the Temple of Artemis.

Temple of Artemis, Gerasa

Built 150-170 CE 11 of its 12 carved Corinthian columns are still in place. The edict of Theodorius (386) encouraged the destruction of pagan temples, and much of the stone was re-used in the construction of churches. It later became a workshop producing kitchenware and then an Arab fortification against the Crusaders.

Sandstone Corinthian Columns, Temple of Artemis, Gerasa

The temple of Zeus, above the forum, built in 126 CE over a previous temple looks impressive from a distance…

Temple of Zeus, Gerasa

…but the sturdy walls of the inner sanctum are all there is to see from close up.

Inner sanctum, Temple of Zeua, Gerasa

And that finished our tour of Gerasa/Jerash, our guide had done his best in the time allotted, but it was a cursory overview. We would rather have spent longer on our own with a good guide book. but we could not know that at the planning stage, and had locked ourselves into an inflexible arrangement.

Lunch at Artemis

Lunchtime had come and was rapidly going so we were peckish. K was determined we would eat at Artemis; ‘it’s amazing’ he said, yet again deploying his favourite adjective, but the more he described it the more it sounded like the tourist feeding centres we try to avoid. But there was no avoiding it, it was conveniently close to the Roman city and perhaps guides ate free (and that may be an unworthy thought).

It was massive, but emptying out by the time we arrived; the queues round the buffet tables were visibly shrinking, though ample food remained. Reasonably priced and much better quality than I had feared, it was not a great dining experience nor was it ‘amazing’ but it was acceptable; and they had beer, too - but at £7.50 for a 500ml can we found it resistible.

Evening in Amman

The long journey back to Amman passed without incident.

The sun sets early in Jordan, but we had time for a walk to see where we might go later. Our travel agent’s description of the hotel as being ‘within walking distance of Rainbow Street’ Amman’s main street of restaurants and cafĂ©s, involved some poetic licence, and there was little in the immediate area except hospitals and clinics, dozens of them. We found a couple of formal restaurants and, of more use after a large lunch, a clean, modern coffee and cake establishment.

In the end we could not be bothered. We settled for making ourselves a cup-a-soup then descended to the hotel bar. Jordanian brewed draught Amstel went down well enough but at 5.50JD + tax + service (to make the usual £7.50) one each was enough.

Jordan

Part 1: Amman

THE END

Thursday, 7 November 2019

Amman: Jordan Part 1

A Museum of Royal Cars, King Abdullah I Mosque, The Citadel and The Roman Theatre

Arriving in Amman

06/11/2019

Jordan

We touched down in Jordan on time at 11 pm, made our way through the formalities and met K, who would be our driver for the next week. Queen Alia Airport is 30km south of Amman so it was well after midnight before we checked into our hotel east of the city centre.

07/11/2019

Fortunately, we like a middle eastern breakfast - ful, boiled egg, fermented cheese and a sprinkle of chilli – as there was little else apart from toast and jam.

The Royal Automobile Museum, Amman

K arrived on time at 9.30 and drove us east down Zahran Street, one of Amman’s main thoroughfares…

Zahran Street, Amman
…towards the edge of the city and then north towards the Al Hussein Public Park, where there is a sports stadium, a mosque and the Royal Automobile Museum.

Amman is built on a series of hills – somebody will always claim seven – at a height of 700-850m so moving about always involves going up or down.

Towards the Royal Automobile Museum, Amman
Amman, with a population of 4m, is the capital and largest city of the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. The Emirate of Jordan emerged as a British Protectorate from the ruins of the Ottoman Empire after the First World War. The British Mandate ended in 1946 and Abdullah bin Al-Hussein of the Hashemite Dynasty became the first king of an independent Jordan. Abdullah was assassinated in 1951, his son Talil was briefly king but abdicated due to serious health problems and Abdullah’s grandson Hussein became king at the age of 17. After a brief regency, King Hussein ruled from 1953 until his death from cancer in 1999 and was succeeded by his son, King Abdullah II. For over 60 years father and son have maintained Jordan as a beacon of peace and stability in a fractious corner of the world.

Amman is in north west Jordan. Thanks to Lonely Planet for the loan of the map
We arrived a little before the museum opened and amused ourselves by looking at King Hussein’s private plane.

Lynne and King Hussein's plane, Royal Automobile Museum, Amman
King Hussein was a qualified pilot and a car enthusiast, hence the picture above and the museum we were about to enter.

In the early years Cadillac took its cars on a year-long trip following the caravan routes from Lebanon to Iraq. Unsurprisingly Cadillac become the car of choice for Middle Eastern rulers.

1915 Type 53 Cadillac, Royal Automobile Museum, Amman
Despite his forebear's early American aberration, King Hussein had Rolls Royces, quite a lot of them. He had two Phantom Vs, this one was a present from the Emir of Kuwait.

1961 Rolls Royce Phantom V, Royal Automobile Museum, Amman
Only 17 1952/3 Phantom IVs with Hooper coachwork were made. They were owned almost exclusively by Heads of State; the British Royal family had one, as did the Aga Khan and the Royal families of Kuwait and Iraq. So did General Franco, but let’s keep quiet about that.

1953 Rolls Royce Phantom IV with Hooper, Royal Automobile Musuem, Amman
Far smaller, far less a projection of brute power, but far more elegant is the 1968 Silver Shadow. This one was for the personal uses of Queen Alia, King Hussein’s third wife (he had four wives, but in series rather than in parallel, polygamy is legal in Jordan but little practised).

1968 Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, Royal Automobile Musuem, Amman
In 1915 Rolls Royce recalled many Silver Ghosts and refitted them with armoured bodies. Some took part in the Arab revolt, though not this one as it is a replica.

1915 Armoured Rolls Royce Silver Ghost, Royal Automobile Museum, Amman
Enough Rollers, King Hussein was also a biker and here is his Harley Davidson, one of only 2,000 30th anniversary Ultra Glide Classics made.

30th Anniversary Ultra Glide Classic, Royal Automobile Museum, Amman
Although neither of us are particularly interested in cars we found this museum unexpectedly fascinating.

King Abdullah I Mosque, Amman

K drove us back largely the way we had come, but this time we approached the centre along Suliman El Nabulsi Street. Luckily a parking space appeared almost outside the King Abdullah I mosque.

Suliman El Nabulsi Street, Amman
Amman is hilly, and the mosque, built between 1982 and 1989, is on a platform surrounded by a wall several metres above street level, so it cannot easily be photographed from outside. Once inside you are too close, but I did my best. A blue-domed circular prayer hall accommodating 3,000 worshippers sits in the centre of a courtyard, with minarets at its four corners.

King Abdullah I Mosque, Amman
Offices, a small museum and the extensive shop are outside the courtyard. It is the only mosque in Amman to ‘overtly welcome non-Muslims’ (Lonely Planet) but before entering Lynne had to be properly kitted up. The gown is provided free but she wore her own headscarf, tied by the mosque attendant.

Lynne properly dressed for the mosque, Amman
The interior of the prayer hall is a huge, calm space with subdued lighting….

Inside the prayer hall, King Abdullah I Mosque, Amman
…and the underside of the dome, if not quite as breath-taking as the Sultan Qaboos mosque in Muscat, is impressive.

The dome, King Abdullah I Mosque, Amman
We had been warned we might need to hurry as prayer time was approaching. The days when the muezzin climbed the minaret to give the call to prayer are long gone, and I had assumed that his job now is just to flick a switch and start a recording. Maybe in some places it is, but not here. The dark-robed man standing with his back to us between mihrab and minbar had a microphone in his hand and was singing the call to prayer live.

The call to prayer live, King Abdullah I Mosque, Amman
We were ready to go as the faithful flocked in, but they didn’t. Only three answered the call; at 11.20 on a working day few can make it to the mosque but many will find a quiet corner to pray.

Jordan is a Muslim country, but the constitution guarantees freedom of religion. 4% of Jordanians are Christians; the Coptic Patriarchate and Greek Orthodox Cathedral are just over the road.

Coptic, nearer the camera, and Greek Orthodox churches, Amman
Back among the gifts, Lynne returned her robe and we were given a cup of tea before making a determined effort to buy the shop; once out of Amman opportunities to make purchases would be rare.

The Amman Citadel

Not far away, the Citadel sits atop Amman’s highest hill (850m). Getting out of the car we immediately noticed the flag on the opposite hillside. ‘Biggest flag in the world,’ K said proudly. More precisely it is the 126.8m flagpole in the grounds of the Raghadan Palace that was the tallest in the world when erected in 2003. A spate of competitive flagpole erecting across the Arab world (compensating for something, gentlemen?) means it now ranks only 7th. Jeddah’s 170m flagpole is currently number 1. The 60m-by-30m flag, though enormous is not among the world’s biggest.

The Raghadan Palace Flag
Occupied since the Bronze Age, the citadel is surrounded by a 1.7km wall built, moved and rebuilt many times over the centuries.

Amman claims to be among the world’s oldest continually inhabited cities, but the oldest artefacts come not from the citadel but from what is now the northern suburb of Ain Gahzl. A two-headed plaster and bitumen bust in the citadel museum dates from around 6,500 BCE, in the late stone age and before the development of pottery.

Two-headed stone age plaster and bitumen bust, Amman citadel musuem
The area was rich in copper, so when some bright spark realised you could make a harder more useful metal by mixing copper with tin, the citadel’s inhabitants were well placed to move into the bronze age.

The built themselves tombs by modifying naturally caves…

Early bronze age rock tomb (ca 2,250 BCE) near the Temple of Hercules, Amman citadel. There is nothing to see inside
…and made elegant and practical pottery.

Middle Bronze age pottery, Amman Citadel Museum
The use of iron started around 1200 BCE when the area we now call Jordan was occupied by three kingdoms, Edom in the south, Moab in the middle and Ammon in the north. Ammon’s chief city was Rabbath-Ammon, modern Amman.

Strange anthropoid pottery coffins from the early iron age, Amman Citadel Museum
By allying with other smaller states and paying tribute to more powerful neighbours like the Assyrians, Babylonians and Persians, Ammon survived for several centuries through the proto-historic period and into history itself. Then a game-changer arrived from Greece.

Alexander the Great breezed through in 333 BCE, conquering everything in sight, then breezed off to conquer more, leaving others to do the ruling. After Alexander’s death in 323, these 'others' fought for supremacy and Rabbath-Ammon became part of the Egyptian Kingdom of former Macedonian general Ptolemy I Soter. His son Ptolemy II Philadelphus (ruled 308-246) rebuilt the city, renaming it Philadelphia after himself. Americans like to think their Philadelphia is the city of brotherly love, but Ptolemy’s Philadelphus meant lover of his sister, whom he married in 273. This accorded with ancient Egyptian principles, but shocked the Macedonians. The marriage may well have never been consummated, though that was not true of the brother-sister marriages of later Ptolemies.

Macedonian kings ruled North Africa and Asia from Egypt and Central Turkey in the west to India in the east, but in time came under pressure from the Parthians on one side and the Romans on the other.

Little of Greek origin remains above ground in Philadelphia which became a Roman City in 63 BCE.

The citadel’s most impressive ruin is the Roman Temple of Hercules, built 162 -166 CE.

Temple of Hercules, Amman citadel
 The temple, which was probably never finished, is believed to be dedicated to Hercules only because some fingers and an elbow from a giant marble statue, assumed to be Hercules, lie at the rear.

Remains of a statue that might have been of Hercules, Amman Citadel
The Roman Empire fractured into Eastern and Western halves in 395 CE. The Western Empire fell in 476 when ‘barbarians’ overran Rome but the Eastern Empire continued for another 1,000 years, until the Ottomans took Constantinople in 1453. The emperors considered themselves Roman Emperors and the people called themselves Romans citizens, despite the capital being Constantinople (previously Byzantium) and common language Greek. The word ‘Byzantine’ to describe the Eastern Roman Empire was coined only in 1557 by German historian Hieronymus Wolf, but the term has stuck.

The citadel’s Byzantine church was built in the 5th or 6th century. 

Byzantine Church, Amman Citadel
After the death of The Prophet in 632 CE the Rashidun Caliphate expanded Islam throughout Arabia, relieving the Byzantine Empire of its possessions in Asia and north Africa, and turning Philadelphia into Amman. With the Sunni-Shia split in 661, the Rashidun Caliphate morphed into the Umayyad Caliphate which further expanded the reach of Islam.

Amman’s Umayyad Palace is entered through a monumental gateway.

Gateway to Umayyad Palace, Amman Citadel
After archeological debate as to the nature (or existence) of a domed roof, a consensus of sorts was reached and a modern dome constructed to something like the original design.

Dome of gateway to the Umayyad Palace, Amman Citadel
Beyond the gateway, columns lined the avenue to the palace…

Avenue to the Umayyad Palace, Amman Citadel
…though little remains of the palace itself.

Umayyad Palace, Amman Citadel
In 750 the Umayyads gave way to the Abbasid Empire. The Abbasids survived until 1258, though they had to tolerate many powerful local rulers, among them the Ayyubids, the dynasty created by Salah Ad-Din (Saladin) which thrived from 1171 to 1260.

The most recent major building in the citadel (modern constructions apart) is an Ayyubid Watchtower on the southern edge. The watchtower is small and simple as the city's importance had greatly diminished.

Ayyubid Watchtower, Amman Citadel
Amman became a minor settlement and later may have been completely deserted. It is in these relatively recent centuries that its claim to be among the world’s oldest continually inhabited cities may founder. Amman was refounded in 1878 by the Ottoman Empire as a home for Circassian Refugees pushed south from the Caucasus by the expansion of Tsarist Russia. By 1890 the population of the new city was only 1,000, so modern Amman is largely a 20th century construct.

Being a city of incomers, Amman has yet to develop its own dialect, but all Jordians speak variants of Levantine Arabic. Amman is written عمان, last year we visited the Kingdom of Oman in southern Arabia which is also written عمان. The slight, though real, difference in the initial vowel sound reflected in the Latin transliteration comes from the difference between Levantine and Omani Arabic.

The Roman Theatre

Downtown Amman and its 6,000 seat Roman theatre built when Antonius Pius was emperor (138-161 CE) can be seen from the citadel.


Looking down on the Roman theatre from the Amman Citadel
Downtown is literally ‘down’ but whether it is a downtown district in the American sense is more problematic; it is difficult to pick any area in Amman and say confidently ‘here is the city centre’.

Until recently we would have walked into this theatre, looked up at the tiers of seats and immediately climbed to the top. Being a little older and with nothing to prove we only climbed to the top of the lower third.

Amman Roman theatre from the top of the lower tier of seating
Clambering back down, I discovered I still get a buzz from walking onto a stage, even when nobody is looking at me.

Amman Roman Theatre from the stage. Lynne is still at the top of the lower tier
There were two small museums in the wings and a couple of exhibits caught my eye.

The niello bracelets attracted me because I have previously encountered ‘niello’ in crosswords but nowhere else. It is a black mixture of sulphur, silver, copper or lead, used as an inlay on engraved or etched silver. Made locally in the 1920s by Circassian and Armenian silversmiths niello bracelets were mainly worn by Bedouin women.

Niello bracelets, Amman Roman theatre
I also liked the collection of 6th century Christian mosaics. The one below, from a church in Jerash 50km north of Amman, contrasts a caged and a free partridge. In Byzantine symbolism a caged bird represents the soul imprisoned in the human body.

Byzantine mosaic, Amman Roamn theatre
As soon as we were back in the car I regretted not climbing to the top. ‘Next time,’ I said, ‘we will. Definitely.’

Lunch in Amman

K drove us the short distance up to Rainbow Street, Amman’s main cafĂ© and dining street and to the restaurant where he was determined we would have lunch, even though it was 3 pm. We were unsure if it was what we wanted, but decided to go with the flow.

We ordered mezzes, but failed to realise that all four dishes were deep fried – or maybe they were all like that. The little parcels of cheese were OK, the bulgur wheat balls were dull, the shards of spicy sausage were overcooked and the falafel, Jordan’s signature dish (or maybe that’s hummus?) had been rolled in sesame seeds before frying and tasted suspiciously of burnt sesame. Our first lunch in Jordan was not a success.


Mezzes, Amman

The Jerash Incident

It was nearly 4 before we left the restaurant and then the ten-minute drive back to our hotel took well over an hour. Amman seemed gridlocked in all directions, we would have got out and walked but K twisted and turned so much to avoid the jam, including at least one trip the wrong up a one-way street, that we completely lost our bearings.

There's nothing very special about a Jordanian traffic jam!
Finally reaching the hotel we looked on-line for the cause of the problem. We failed, but instead found a report of eight people, including four tourists being stabbed (fortunately none fatally) in Jerash by a disgruntled Palestinian refugee. We were due to visit Jerash tomorrow. An email popped up from our British travel agents informing us of the incident and adding If you… would like to make any change to your programme,.. please discuss… with your guide… I am sure they will… accommodate any changes you wish to make. Immediately after such an incident Jerash would surely be the safest place in the Middle East, so there seemed no reason to panic – we would see what K said tomorrow.

Snacks in the Bar

After our deep-fried lunch we chose to spend the evening in the hotel bar with salads and a drink. Alcohol is legal in Jordan, if not always easy to find, and the few majority Christian towns in the north are home to an Amstel brewery, the Carakale Microbrewery, several arak distilleries and Jordan’s two wineries. Jordan is expensive and that applies doubly to alcohol. A half-litre of draught beer was 5.50JD (1 Jordanian Dinar = GB£1.10) plus 10% service and 16% sales tax (in large print in the menu) taking it over £7.50.

For the same price we had an arak each – very like Turkish raki and similar to Greek ouzo – good sized measures diluted with the three time the volume of water. The bar was lively, mostly people from the neighbourhood, many arriving in couples and foursomes, the women without headscarves – presumably Christians and also wealthy, no one else could afford to drink there. We enjoyed our salads and a second raki; a good evening but hardly one of great extravagance. It cost nigh on £50.


Jordan

Part 1: Amman

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