so at long last our journey began at exactly 8.15 in the morning. i was really excited but as a result of the tension i had to visit the ermm little ladies room twice.we had special protocol thanx to zaffar mamoo. we were taken to the cip louge and served tea and biscuits. so now we were sittng there getting bored when the door opened and the wind started to blow and in walked mr COOL himself... dont get me wrong or anything he had white hair and must be in his mid thirties but there are two types of men in this world 1. one who are born cool 2. an the other who try to be cool there are no in betweens and he was the first type. so the next we had to board the plane and a waiter carried our bags how embarassing i had to litterally struggle with him to get my bag and tell him that i could hold it myself. everyone was standing in a queue but as we were special we got to cut in, i know its rude and all but when u have an opportunity u should avail it with both hands and feet. the first thing i noticed as we entered the plane was that every t.p that is typical paki was wearing gold and had henna on their hands and i am proud to say i was one of THEM. i dont know what ujala thought the economy class of plane be but it was an anticlimax for her though she loved the rj flight. but the anticlimax for me was when a baby started to cry for milk, and another started to barf and the girl infront of me started to fart as if a dead donkey had died.... i am being very candid here. so the flight in dubai was delayed for 5 hrs and with us on loose ends we decided to empty the dubai duty free and in the end just got a box of pringles and a packet of mnms and didnt even eat them. there was this woman on the dubai airport they couldnt find and a man kept screaming her name but everytime he did that he looked at me, where ever i went he followed and screamed her name. then finally he came up to me and said are u her. well u can imagine my reaction. we reached amman and met the family and the very next day went to ajlun where the castle of salahuddin is. the stairs there were so high that i thought tht either the p[eople were topo tall or that my legs were too short.and then to jarish. we had the most fun in jarihs where we pretended to be the czars and czarinas, then at night we went to have shawarma and went to abdoun from where we could see all the lights of the valley, today we have a shopping day so lets see what happens in 2 days time i have had so much fun and i am glad ujala waswith me through this, missing u all. NOT REALLY lol but willsoon i know.