Last weekend 40 of my coworkers and I went to Jordan as part of an office incentive trip. I had an absolutely fantastic time, and so did everyone else. We spent two days in Petra, and then headed down to Amman, before coming back to Dubai completely exhausted. There are of course plenty of stories to tell, but I just have a few snippets I'd like to share with you all.

Now I'm going to be brutally honest here - I've only flown about 5 times in my entire life. No, seriously. Going on vacation has never been a strongpoint for my parents, so I spent much of my childhood and teen life stuck at home. Thankfully I don't have any fears of flying or such, and I tend to enjoy air travel (I'd enjoy it more if I was in business class btw). But what I don't seem to understand is the seatbelt situation. I happen to sit near the air stewards, and when the announcement was made for us to fasten our seatbelts, I did so and looked up at the steward. She was strapping her self into so many seatbelts, it looked like she was getting ready for a ride at a Six Flags theme park. The only thing missing was the bar to come down over her head and hold her in. How unfair is that? We get this flimsy one piece of belt, and they get four? What made me even more uncomfortable was what the pilot announced next - "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Royal Jordanian Airlines, our flight time is approximately 2 hours and 27 minutes, and we will be landing in Queen Alia airport - Inshallah". Now 'Inshallah' translates to 'if God is willing' - why would you want to say something like that before takeoff? I think that's even scarier than a bomb threat - we're going to fly around at 35,000ft and if God thinks it's a good idea, we're going to hopefully land in the right airport.

We ended up landing in the correct airport anyway, and the rest of the trip was a real blast. When we finally reached Amman on the third day of our trip, we stayed at the fantastic Le Meridien hotel, where I innocently flirted with a football player at the breakfast buffet who was staying in the hotel with his team mates - incidentally he asked me to come to his room for a visit later on...sheesh.

But the one thing that puzzled me when I was at Le Meridien, was why they were serving beef at the breakfast buffet - take a look:



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