We arrived in Jordan in the evening and found out that we had a free transit hotel already arranged, which I was surprised about. It seemed like half the people from the flight knew about it and the rest didn’t, and like myself had already booked accomodation in Amman. We were lucky, as a lady at the hotel phoned up the hotel where I had a reservation and cancelled for me and thankfully they won’t charge my card. The hotel itself was ok, really large and included a free evening meal and breakfast. Neither were much good though!
The organisation at the airport the following morning was terrible. We arrived at 9.00am for our 11.00am flight and were pointed in the direction of a transit desk where no one was there to serve us. After a while we were moved on to a different desk where there was one woman between two lines of about fifty people, and it was so slow. As people from our flight neared the front she started calling for passengers for flights to Tunis and then New York. Eventually every time she called out New York we all screamed back London. After standing in a queue for over an hour she told us to gather round and started reading out our names. Of course with the number of people for our flight and how quiet her voice was, nobody could hear a thing. Thankfully a loud man from our flight took the cards from her and read out our names. It astounded me that after getting to the airport so early we then had to stand in a queue for an hour and a half, only for another passenger to read out our names and give us our boarding cards. With half an hour to spare we proceeded to the boarding gate.
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