A glimpse of the past

I was the quintessential lonely college student with backpack, hitchhiking from Turkey through Syria, then arriving in Amman. That was my first visit to Jordan, circa 1977. While full of interesting people and places, I was tired of traveling by myself and my feet stank. The spontaneous and warm hospitality of the Jordanians was my lifeline. I still remember getting a ride with a lorry driver wearing a red kefiyyah, who offered me a steady round of cokes from his cooler. Pre-internet era, I did manage to put a letter in the mail to tell my parents of my whereabouts.