
Our tour guide kept us informed and entertained with a continuous narrative full of Middle-Eastern wit and rife with propaganda, made all the more conspicuous by his adequate but somewhat limited English. We heard about the international prestige of Jordan's hospitals, the health and vigor of it's thriving economy, and the outstanding quality of it's roads. (He didn't really need to tell us about the quality of the roads; we could feel the quality well enough, even through the buoyant suspension of the tour-bus.)









As we drove back to the border in the dark, we passed numerous Muslim prayer towers, lit with a ghastly green light, the holy color of Islam. Throughout Palestine we saw numerous bright green doors, bright green railings, and bright green tapestries. I don't care much for this decorating scheme myself, but most of the time it's not particularly obnoxious. However, using green electric lights around the platform of a prayer tower just doesn't look very good. In fact, it looks like Minas Morgul - vacuous, gasping, "a corpse-light, a light that illuminated nothing."
Keep your passport handy: tomorrow we go to Egypt.
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