I've never crossed a border so easily till now. Almost an airily walk from Aqaba to Eilat, which will provide me a month more staying in Jordan.
Some cities have a shape, like Paris. Some have a colour, like Leuven. Some have smell, like Eilat. Very concrete smell of a certain type of parfume, worn by most of the women in the street. Obviously, it's a modern one. And who can imagine it defines the smell of the whole city :)
The airport is just between the mall and one of the beach's gates. The airplanes are landing and flying off meters above your head. You can see the faces of the people trough the plane windows. I stopped, smiled and waved at them for a while.
I found myself with a strange taste for earrings and even stranger reflex to answer in Arabic. What's more, I even found myself far away from the city a couple of hours later, in a small village in the desert, called Shaharut, where I am hosted by a young carpenter, in whose home I am writing this post, sitting on an antique Christian wooden chair with a cross on the back.
Here, the desert matches with the image of the desert, created by the movies and cartoons. Tomorrow I will unleash my senses around. Good night.