Well, it's almost time to go. Each Fall and Spring I yearn to return to the east and yet this year it will not be quite so easy. My part of Scotland, Inverness-shire, has had the most glorious season with colours magical. Stags are roaring as the first frosts come and there has been a wee bit of fresh snow on the high tops but on Friday I leave for Jordan and know when I arrive to meet Yassas at the airport it will be as it always has. Ammar will have my mini bus ready, Amjad will be ready to roll and all will be well. This season I'm taking a small tent for Salim's daughters who, like Mum and Dad, prefer to sleep in a tent even if it is inside the bedroom - you can take the Bedu out of the desert but you can't take the desert out of the Bedu. There will plans to make as next Spring Salim and I ride to Mudowraa as Lawrence once did. He went to blow up a Turkish train - we go to make tea!
My friend and agent in Amman Ammmar was in hope of starting a new business providing daipers to eastern Turkey of all things - wonder how that went ! The next message will be from Amman Insh Allah
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