The beautiful chaos

So this one time I promised my (mostly fictional) blog readers a post about how Amman is awesome (isn’t that the point of this entire blog? Whatever) but in my computer at home I have another post that might come first because it doesn’t require pictures and it involves an anxiety attack, taking a bus, walking home and being fed lamb heart. But I’m writing this on my work computer because reasons so we’ll see which one comes first!

I was hanging out with Claire and her sister at a fun cafe downtown last week when a sneak attack Asian parade totally happened. We were there, observing the beautiful chaos of downtown Amman when a tow truck began towing cars from the sides of the narrow streets. As you can imagine this was not a popular with the owners of the cars or the traffic that rapidly piled up behind the truck and the drivers rubbernecking at the gathering parade people.

Turns out it was a parade organized by the Thai Embassy and assorted other partner organizations, who also put on the meditation events that I have attended. They were gathered to celebrate the 15th year of King Abdullah’s reign which is pretty cool, although the rest of Jordan doesn’t seem to have taken notice.

The parade consisted of Thai dancers and drummers, local martial arts groups, and Thai exchange students from local universities. There was also a float! And music. I greatly enjoyed this display of craziness from my balcony perch, shisha in hand.



The start of the Thai-Jordanian Parade


Thai dancers, a favorite among the men of downtown Amman


Thai exchange students representing their Jordanian universities


They even had a parade float!

Afterwards we went to Hashem’s (of course) and then up to Claire’s rooftop where she has a great view of East Amman. As I walked home I saw two of the local garbage guys who sweep the streets at night taking a selfie.

And I giggled because that may be the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.

People in Jordan are tired, stressed out, overworked, all of the things that plague the world. Seeing people celebrating weddings, graduations, dancing, smiling, singing, or taking pictures with their friends at 11pm on a Friday night while they sweep the streets is beautiful and hopeful and a myriad of other things words have the inability to express.

Amman is dusty and dirty, there are sheep herds and horses running through the streets. The sun is hot and traffic is bad. But the breeze blows steady and people remember your name. The food is delicious and there is always somewhere to find hummus and tea.


The alleyway that is Hashems

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