I had a strange conversation a few months ago. I was lying back in a chair, naked from the waste down, holding a nappy over my bits while I waited for the skin under my bits to go numb enough from liquid nitrogen or some such thing, so that they could inject the local anesthetic and then punch a couple of holes through to the prostate. All in all a fun experience. And while I waited the nurse made small talk and asked what I did. "I'm retired", I replied. "Oh, what are you planning to do now you are retired? any travel?" "Turns out not" I said, "It seems I'm just keeping my dairy open for dealing with health things." And I am still keeping my dairy open and still dealing with them. This journey began last year. I was already dealing with two other things, including a lump in my parotid gland which has been slowly growing there for about 3 years. When I got back from being overseas on sabbatical my doctor called me in to talk about that an...
Sun City Campsite in the morning Day three began with me feeling a little off but those omelettes were still there. And then as I got ready the “a little off” became more serious, and my day of needing to know where the toilet was began. Sadly. We set off for the long drive back up to Amman. We stopped at the Hejaz Railway Train of Wadi Rum . This took us back to the Arab Revolt of WWI and Prince Faisal and Lawrence of Arabia. A significant part of their guerrilla campaign was the constant attacks of the railway line that seriously disrupted communication and Ottoman troop movements. The refurbished locomotive and carriages are there to help tourists experience something of that story. It was very cool to see it. After a few hours we stopped for lunch at a place Michel described as offering the best food we would have in Jordan. I had pita bread and a tiny wee bit of meat. Not a lot of anything. At one stop we learnt about the Mosaic of Jordan. We first encountered this in ...
Day 4 was a return to pilgrimage mode which took us back to the Jordan to where we began on Day One of our Footsteps of Jesus Pilgrimage two weeks earlier. After a rough night I felt much better the next morning. Still a little fragile but well enough to eat some breakfast with no ill effects. And then we were off for our last day, heading back down to sea level, which is relatively quite high, and then on and on way down to the Jordan river. We soon arrived at Bethany Beyond the Jordan which according to the early church, is the traditional site of John the Baptiser’s activity and of Jesus’ baptism. A hill nearby is the traditional site of where Elijah was taken into heaven on a fiery chariot, and before that where Aaron led the people of God across the Jordan into their promised land – which was not great news for the people already living there. All of which is why John chose to be here with his message of salvation through the forgiveness of sins. This holy place was an impo...
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