The plan was to be on the coach at 08:00, so I was up at 06:30 to run a mile before breakfast. I figured I could shower in Amman once hot water was available. It felt good with no aches or pains, I just felt low on energy. I then needed to get changed and finish packing before breakfast, and the jeeps were loaded up by 08:00.

It was a cold drive back into the village where the coach was waiting for us. Four of the group had arranged transport to Aqaba, and some of the Impact crew were driving elsewhere so wouldn’t see them again on this trip either. Those of us that remained then boarded the coach for the next leg of the journey.

Shortly after leaving Wadi Rum, we stopped at a Hedaji railway station to take a few photographs of the carriages there. Just like in Amman, it looked like these had just been abandoned here when the railway shut down. One of them however is actually in use for a steam railway experience that runs twice a week - Sundays and Wednesdays. It was Sunday, but it wasn’t yet running, and we didn’t have the time either. After five minutes we were back on our way, and didn’t stop again until the Pillars of Jerusalem service station two hours later.

The next stop, just after lunch time was the Queen Alia international airport. I’d be seeing that myself again soon enough. Most of those that remained were dropped off there, and two more at the airport hotel on the way out. The final drop off for the few of us that remained was on a street in downtown Amman, about a fifteen minute walk from the Sydney Hotel. I said my goodbyes to the last three and headed off on my own - I could use the hotel’s Wi-Fi to book an Uber to reach the Meneur Hotel where I was actually staying. It’d save walking for over an hour the day after a desert marathon. This cost me only 3.5 JOD so not bad at all for the time it saved.

When checking in, the person on the desk recognised me as the one who’d had a broken lock on the door. At first he thought my booking was for one night until I corrected him. I was then able to use the Internet for the first time in days, and get back in touch with people.

Once I’d relaxed a bit, I headed over the road and found the shop there was a supermarket so bought lunch for tomorrow, and then found my way to Dough Hut; a pizza place in what seems to be an upmarket residential area of Amman. I ordered a medium barbecue chicken pizza for 4 JOD. The smallest they did was medium and it was more than I could eat on my way back to the hotel.

It’d been a day of travelling, and I spent what remained of it relaxing, and trying to get confirmation of my tour tomorrow.