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<\/a><\/p>\nThis is the best photo I could take from the bus of three consecutive hair-pin turns on the highway. \u00a0We crossed the Jordanian highlands for a couple of hours and finally stopped at a scenic overlook.<\/p>\n
Mohammad bought a cup of coffee and talked with the local Bedouin who set up the makeshift rest stop. \u00a0Then we were on our way down the mountains to the flat Jordanian plains and farmlands.<\/p>\n We made another stop along the Dead Sea and looked across to Israel. \u00a0Coincidentally, Raynia another tour guide who we had dinner with in Amman, was also there with some friends.<\/p>\n We chatted for a few minutes and then wished her well. \u00a0She is the first female tourist guide in Muslim Jordan and will soon lead groups around her country. \u00a0There was a lot of truck traffic leading to the border and our bus was stalled and side-lined for about an hour.<\/p>\n Mohammad took our passports into the office and had them stamped for us. \u00a0We said goodbye to him on the Jordanian side and the driver took us across the King Hussein\/Allenby Bridge. \u00a0Several people in our group were stopped on the Israeli side for a number of reasons for questioning, but it was generally an uneventful border crossing.<\/p>\n We met our Israeli Tour Guide, Rafi Rozanes and an OAT Trainee, Alon Neeman, and our driver, Ahkmed. \u00a0We boarded our new coach and we were in sunny Israel.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n