Friday, May 29, 2015

Jordan: some interesting things I've learned

I have now been in Jordan over two months. I've learned a lot of Arabic (and become painfully aware of how much I don't know!), and a lot of interesting things about this country. It's been a great blessing to be here. I have not, not once, felt in danger from anyone here. That isn't to say I haven't griped and complained about the overly-friendly taxis, nor that I haven't had to just shrug off the occasional whistle or hiss in my direction. But I endured much worse in Chile, not to mention Jerusalem. I have been quite pleasantly surprised by my experiences here. Huge issues with litter and trash disposal? YES! Traffic that would make my mother pass out from fear? You bet! Heat that keeps giving me heat rash in my armpits (surely TMI)? Yep - and more on the way. But Jordan is a quiet, unassuming country who has taken in millions of refugees in its short life, has struggled to find unity and coherence, and that is making some important, though not widely-known, strides forward in establishing peace in this war-torn region.

I've taken advantage of a few opportunities to learn from Tobias Bradford, a friend from church who works as the Cultural Affairs Officer at the US Embassy. He's privy to various little insights that bode well for Jordan, and for small strides toward peace. Here are a few.

In the last few years:

  • The GDP (if you're not sure what this means, here's a good site that explains it well) has grown from $2000 (2005) to $4000 (2012) - a 90% increase.
  • Those with access to internet has grown from 12% in 2005 to 41% in 2012, to 72% this year.
  • The consumer price index has seen a 60% growth, agricultural production a 30% growth.
  • Women in tertiary (college/post-high school) education is now at 51%.
  • Cell phone subscriptions have jumped from 40 in every 100 to 113 in every 100 - which means some people have multiple cell phones.
I have also gotten to hear some fun news about other aspects of Jordan. One area of interest to me is tourism, in which Jordan has recently been making great investment. Jordan has long been a side note on most people's visit to the Middle East, Israel and Egypt being the main attractors. In recent years, as Egypt has become a difficult place to visit, and Israel can be hit or miss (no pun intended), Jordan's tourism has fallen, despite the fact that it has some incredible places to visit! So, Jordan has been investing in both marketing and building up the tourism element, and has had quite a lot of success.

Other issues it has been dealing with is trade. Much of its trade has historically been with Syria and Egypt, which, for obvious reasons, has declined sharply in recent years. Likewise, the natural gas that Jordan has previously received from Egypt, is no longer available - so it has been purchasing it from an Israeli company that does off-shore production in the Mediterranean Sea. (This is fact is not widely known, as trade with Israel is tantamount to normalization of relations, and not popular among a large portion of the population.)

Water is, of course, a constant concern. But Jordanians are remarkably adept at conservation. (The western states in the US could sure take a lesson!) What has changed in recent months is the huge influx of refugees from Syria (not to mention tens of thousands from Iraq), who are not used to such conservation. As many as 1.3 million refugees have flooded Jordan, many of them making permanent homes and becoming incorporated into the economic fabric. (To put that into perspective, consider how such an influx of immigrants, with little more than what they could carry in a car, would affect Utah, which is only slightly smaller than Jordan in terms of land mass.) These refugees, accustomed to much more access to water in Syria, use 7 times the amount of water that a Jordanian does. Jordan, consequently, in the course of two years, has gone from the fourth most water poor country to the second. (Still not sure which is the first.) The obvious solution is to get water brought in from Syria - except that current conditions render that kind of effort impossible.

So, Jordan has embarked on a water desalinization project. And who is the country with whom they are partnering, you ask? Israel, of course! Except that is also a rather hush-hush fact. For the last couple of years, they have been working on a joint project of desalinization, out of the Red Sea (a water source they have in common) that would provide up to half of Jordan's water needs in a few years - water that could be used for everything but drinking and agricultural applications. This is a scientific endeavor that would put Jordan (and Israel) in a leadership position in creating solutions to the world's need for water. Exciting stuff!

Even more exciting, however, is the conversation about ISIS. What most of us (myself included, until I learned more) don't realize is that, although the leadership is highly internet-savvy and brilliant terms of marketing, most of the actual fighting is done by mercenaries and thugs - men who have fought in past conflicts, who know nothing else, and are attracted by the promise of money, a decent lifestyle, and easy access to women. The Iraqi regime - what is left of it (the Ba'athists) are trying to find their way back to a position of power, but they lack the unity, and now the access to revenue sources they once had. Prior to ISIS gaining a foothold, they had access to oil fields that basically secured their financial position - but when the Iraqi army fled, ISIS gained that access, which has given them almost limitless financial resources, not to mention military equipment abandoned by the Iraqi army (and if we recall, much of that was provided by the US - we again find ourselves fighting against our own weapons). 

ISIS (or Da'ash, as it's known here) boasts 40,000 foreign fighters in Iraq and Syria. They are mostly Europeans, but a few Americans, Canadians, Australians and Asians. Those from the latter, more technologically advanced countries, provide a great resource in producing incredibly high-quality propaganda videos (they would rival Hollywood - no exaggeration). These videos portray the Islamists as the true warriors, the heroes willing to stand up to western imperialists. This image is enormously appealing to marginalized, frustrated Muslim youth, many of whom find themselves in poor, dead-end circumstances, and who like the idea of joining a heroic battle - not to mention the perks of a wife (and women), $15,000 given to their families (a fortune for them), the chance to shoot cool weapons and kill the bad guys, etc. 

Of course, these Islamist groups often use the Palestinian cause as a rallying cry, but the reality is that it is very low on the list of priorities. In fact, in Arabic sources, the discussion revolves much more around taking Mecca from the Saudis, whom they view as apostates and traitors. Further, ISIS views Iran (secretly) as an even greater threat than Israel. Unlike the Israelis, whose agenda is clear and actions are relatively consistent, Iran is a loose canon - no one knows what they might do next. Much of it, unsurprising, also revolves around the religious issue: the Sunni-Shi'a divide. (If you want to understand this better, here's a good read.) ISIS views the Shi'a (Iran, majority of Iraqis) as the infidel - as bad as the Jews. Thus, with the rise in sectarian violence (which is a direct result of the rise in recent decades of religious identity in general, in the Middle East), Shi'as do, in fact, face an existential threat, and Iran has a vested interest in supporting Shi'a-led governments. Thus, it has done much to support the recent, Shi'a government in Iraq (deposed by ISIS) - the government that, suppressed for so many years by the Sunni Ba'athists, and once elected, took the chance to return the suppression back on the Iraqi Sunnis, contributing in great measure to the increasing division in Iraq that has provided fertile ground for ISIS in the first place. 

Sigh.

For its part, Jordan maintains an army of 40,000 well-trained soldiers, with access to technology, training, and intelligence from the US. Yes, it may surprise you to know (another fact not often discussed) that the US has a very tight relationship with Jordan. It may be well to remember this fact, when complaints arise of the US-Israel buddy system. The fact is that American and Jordan share much more intelligence than do Israel and America. But we rarely hear complains about that.

Well, it wouldn't be a complete blog post without some photos. Two weeks ago I visited Petra and Wadi Rum with the Bradfords. It was great - except that I sprained my ankle (yes, unsurprising to many of you familiar with the history of this particular ankle). So, poor Tobias acted as my crutch all throughout Petra, and I rode a poor donkey up to see the Monastery. (Truly, I felt terrible for the little donkey, huffing and puffing up the steep steps - and even worse when they told me she had given birth only 12 days prior - no wonder she kept trying to turn around! Her baby was still back down, and her motherly instincts must have been driving her nearly mad! I will tell you without shame that I said many prayers for that sweet, poor little donkey.) 

I also had the opportunity to be the Young Women's Camp Director. What an experience! It taxed my abilities, but we came through OK, and I think the girls had a good time. I'll share a few photos from that as well.

Niki and me in front of the famous Treasury at Petra. If you don't know much about Petra, or about the Nabatean civilization that built it, here's a little info.  

Didn't they pose just perfectly for that shot? 

Here's me and my dear donkey (and the boy who kept encouraging her forward - don't worry, he patted her with the stick, but didn't whack her - that I would NOT have stood (well, sat) for!). I apologize for the haze - I didn't know my camera had a smudge. 

The amazing Monastery. It's a steep, 45-minute climb, but well worth the view! Much larger and more imposing than the Treasury, but more difficult to access. Of course, whether it was a "monastery" I don't know. I'm not sure whether they know the purpose of this building.

Off to the side is a gift shop and nice place to rest tired legs. This is what it looks like inside.

Always a picture of the King - EVERYWHERE!

Niki and Tobias on our walk back - I finally felt stable enough to walk on my own, although with constant, vigilant awareness of what was beneath my feet!



This was the ankle the first night. It got pretty good and bruised, but this shows some of the swelling. Luckily it has healed fast.

Our camel ride out into the desert of Wadi Rum - one of the famous areas in which Bedouin still live (now mostly a tourist area, and constantly under Jordanian police and military surveillance, since it is close the the Red Sea and easy access for smugglers and sex slave traffickers).


Turns out camels actually do want a drink after their ride in the desert. This water comes down from what is called "Lawrence Spring," since apparently T.E. Lawrence (of Arabia) used it.



Our little jeep (1982 Toyota truck, outfitted for passengers) had some mechanical difficulties, so we got to chat in the desert for quite some time.


Don't worry - lots of jeeps are constantly going and coming, despite how desolate and remote it looks. We hopped in with another group until our guide fixed the jeep and came and got us.

One of the coolest places! All around the area are high, imposing cliff-like mountains. This one has a rift in it, where one can view ancient Nabatean petroglyphs. 

Hobbling carefully through the canyon/rift.

You can just kind of see some of the petroglyphs.




I even tempted fate and scrambled (with a lot of help) up a large rock formation to what is called "the bridge." I don't have a picture from below - I need to get that from Niki. But this is me enjoying the view. See the jeep tracks below?

Our "trusty" jeep and guide, Atullah.

Later we stopped for a splash in the Red Sea. Beaches aren't much to speak of (littered and with rocky/gritty sand), but the water and snorkeling were great! I saw a couple of jellyfish - steered clear of them!

On the way to YW camp, I saw the fabled Costo-Sam's. Awesome! It's so small! And the both of them together - just so awesome! But I also like this pic because of the girl in the car smiling at us.

Some of the camp activities - 3-legged obstacle course.

Crafts. (She looks a little frightening to me.)

We weren't allowed to make a camp fire, so this is the best we could do - small fires in the grilling area. I was chastised the next morning by the camp administration, but it was worth it! The girls loved making fire - who doesn't! And our theme was "Girl on Fire!". How could we not?


I have never seen a tree like this! Look at the red bark (it was even more red than this shows)! Anyone know what kind of tree? Ruth?



We also attempted to make clay oil lamps (you know, from the Ten Virgins parable). This is how mine turned out. Never did have much of a crafty side to me.



Well, that's it for now! 




Monday, May 11, 2015

Time for the Top Ten

I begin my latest blog shamefaced and repentant. It has been nearly a month since my last post, and so much has happened! And instead of getting the blow by blow, you're going to get the sweetened condensed version - yes, now that I've been here nearly two months, it's time for the top ten.

But by way of a short summary of my recent adventures, I'll mention some of the highlights. A few weeks back I had the opportunity to go on a fun little hike (it was indeed very short, but rather challenging - well, perhaps slippery and precarious are more accurate descriptors) to Wadi Zarqa Ma'in, near the Dead Sea. A wadi is a canyon or valley, "zarqa" means blue, and "ma'in" may or may not refer to water - I'm not sure (it's not the normal form of the word, if it is - and yes, I'm learning Arabic, and yes, I do know the word for water in Arabic). In any case, there's WATER! It's a trail that follows a small stream for about a mile and a half until you arrive at a nice little waterfall. We did some scrambling up wet rocks, more slipping down them on the way back (I did manage to bruise my hand in one particularly desperate struggle to keep my grip), and waded through little pools along the way where wet pants and shoes could not be avoided. It was while I sat complaining about my heavy wet pants that my friend pulled out her handy-dandy Swiss army knife and offered me the tiny scissors. Well, I availed myself of them, and now I have cutoffs! They're great!

I haven't made it out of Amman since then, except for this last Friday when I visited the North Jordan branch of the church up near Irbed. I was delighted with the amount of Arabic I understood (although, lest you mistakenly believe me to be anywhere near fluent, this comprehension amounted to roughly general topics and about every fourth or fifth word - and this is a vast improvement from every tenth word or so a while ago), and I enjoyed the wonderful people I met. I tagged along with Niki Bradford (more on her later) for a stake leadership visit, so that I could invite the Young Women to camp (which I am in charge of!) in two weeks. Good thing I went! No one even knew about it. Clearly lines of communication are much less connected than I had hoped. But apparently no young women attend church currently anyway, so, with my senior companion, Lindsey, I went knocking doors and got to visit with two young women (although only one is a bona fide member of the Church - the other one has a father who won't let her join). It felt so much like being on a mission again, that I almost felt giddy! Sitting there with a poor but loving family who had nothing, but insisted we drink orange soda as we chatted, understanding only snippets of the conversation, and watching Lindsey - the sincere and loving way they talked to her and about her, and her love toward them in return - it was a treasured moment. I do hope some of the young women are able to come - and I said so in my broken Arabic!

Another Saturday I joined some of the branch members at the Jordan River for the baptism of our new friend Joseph. It was beautiful, although I do think he was rather dismayed at the muddy water, and even more so at the muddy bottom that kept causing him to slip and slide as he ventured in. Mackenzie, a new member of only a couple of months, baptized him. It was a great day.

So, other than another exhausting cold and a couple of trips with the Bradfords to the American Embassy pool, life here has been rather quiet and routine: up at 6 to finish homework I should have finished the day before; off to school at 9:15 for 9:30 class; back at 1 (or 2 if I had to stop to buy groceries or other things) to make lunch; a nap about every other day; dinner - sometimes out with friends, usually here at home - and some homework; calling the family or catching up on YW camp; bed by midnight. It turns out I don't mind getting up at 6. It's quiet, cool (yes, it has warmed right up! so I open the door/window to my balcony and let the cool breeze flow - and the bright morning sun is lighting up the golden buildings all around me is an added bonus), and good justification for a nap in the afternoon.

Now for the top 10 list. I'm going to divide it into top 5 things I grumble about and the top 5 things I smile about on a regular basis.

5. Grumble-worthy - I'm a spoiled American and I miss some of my conveniences: blender and/or mixer in the kitchen; decent cooking supplies in general; my car (I don't love carrying groceries home, nor having to get a ride home from activities in the evening because it's not safe for a woman to be alone in a taxi in the evening); a shower with a head that I don't have to hold (while I rather like the shower heads with hoses for their mobility, this one won't stay upright in its holder, so it sprays only the wall; thus, I have to hold it the whole time - but I've developed a system where I let it rest on my shoulder when I'm not using it, so I still get the benefit of the warm water! I know - spoiled!).

5. Smile-worthy - the MUCH lower cost of living here: the apartment (which I've had various taxi drivers tell me is highly overpriced) is about half of what the same would cost in Boston; the food is generally cheaper, and fresh vegetables easily accessible on almost every block; every restaurant I've been to, except American ones (yes, I gave in and went to Applebee's - and it wasn't even worth it!), offers their food at very reasonable prices.

4. The gas, water and vegetable trucks that drive by about every half hour, from 7 am to sometime in the early evening, each with its own little catchy (stick in your head like the song that never ends) tune to announce its presence to anyone in need of its services. The problem is that they don't have the decency to go somewhere else during my naptime!

4. Exploring new places - I've had such fun on the trips I've had!

3. I've become a murderer. Yes, Amber, in the kitchen (nearly every morning) with the tissue. Most mornings, although we keep the kitchen quite clean, I find a small but steady stream of tiny ants exploring the culinary opportunities. They pay for it with their lives. I grab a tissue, beg their forgiveness and explain that I simply can't have them going back and bringing their friends - and I smash them quickly and efficiently. Today the work of killing took place in the study room (the empty bedroom) as well. I'm going to have to be vigilant about crumbs from here on out.

3. The weather (finally). Oh, the glorious sun, the cool breeze! So far, no AC needed.

2. The toilet paper situation. Yes, another way that this Jordan experience reminds me of my mission (in addition to the lack of a car, the ants, the struggle to understand people - and communicate in any sensible way back, when I talk to them (at least in the early weeks and months of my mission) - and incessant exhaustion of learning a language all day) is the fact that I have to throw my toilet paper in the waste basket instead of the toilet, where it belongs! Apparently the Jordanian sewage system is not set up to process anything but human waste. (Don't tell anyone, but I totally flush my toilet paper at the church and at my friend Niki's house - I can't see that anyone else throws it in the garbage (the evidence would be rather obvious), and I sure don't want mine to sit in there all alone for her to find later and wonder about!)

2. The small victories: moments I do understand, am able to use a new word or phrase appropriately, etc.

1. My top gripe: the fact that, when I get in a taxi (at least 2-3 times a week), I have to hope he doesn't strike up a conversation with me (and if he does, either lie or just give him the evil eye and refuse to talk), because it will probably lead to him telling me how beautiful I am, or that I have beautiful eyes ("please take off your glasses (sunglasses), you're eyes are so beautiful!), then asking if I have a husband and then boyfriend (I have become a liar (I unabashedly claim a boyfriend in Boston, and have even made up a name - and STILL they tell me I need an Arab boyfriend), as well as a murderer - two of the commandments shot, with "Love thy neighbor as thyself" in serious jeopardy during some of these taxi rides). I need to find a ring (I didn't bring any of my rings with me, darn it!) and fabricate an even bigger lie regarding my single status.

1. BUT my number one joy in Amman: the people. I know - I'm a confusing contradiction (in so many ways!). I really have met wonderful people - at church, at school, and even in the taxi. One driver insisted that I not pay him - he just welcomed me to Jordan and wished me luck in my studies. No ogling, no slipping me his card - just good will.

So, there it is folks. This week I'm headed to Petra and Wadi Rum with my adopted family here. Niki Bradford befriended me my first Friday, and I spent the next three Fridays at her house - it started to seem like the weekly thing. Now we get together other times, and other families have had me over on Fridays - I've been so blessed! Her kids are adorable (if crazy competitive, sometimes violent, with each other), and her family so open and welcoming. Such a gift. I also have gotten to know their friend Lindsey who lives with them - also single (quite possibly in her early 30s or late 20s - not sure) and a fun, sincere and loving soul who I have enjoyed getting to know. Anyway, it's off to explore the deserts of Jordan! Look for amazing photos in coming days!

For now, you can enjoy these from adventures past.

Wadi Zarqa Ma'in












Oh, and I sat down on a chair that crumbled under me. Not very thoughtful of that chair for one who is self-conscious about her weight! (In my defense, the chairs have a rough time of it, since they have to scrape along the hard tile floor every time you sit down and stand up, and it puts a lot of pressure on the joints - which is where this one gave up the fight.)


Dinner with friends at Sufi restaurant on Rainbow Street - had Mansaf for the first time (the famous Jordanian rice and meat dish). Delish!



On our way to swim!





Our little branch here has had two baptisms in the last few months! Not bad for a place where the church has no proselyting missionaries! Both of them are Americans who found the Church on their own and became convinced of its truth. The baptisms are performed in the only place they could be: the Jordan River, of course! The Baptism site has been reinvigorated since the Pope's visit in 2000, and various churches are under construction (which made for some irritating background noise during the ceremony). 






Visiting the North Jordan branch - Lindsey is ahead of me walking with Haneen (one of the young women we went searching for), who adores her.



My first stab at a (knock-off) tres leches cake. Yeah, I'm eating quite well, thank you.