I woke up at 02:00 and laid with my eyes closed for the next couple of hours. I’d considered running one last time in Amman before my flight home but ultimately felt that attempting to sleep would be better. I binned my running shoes and finished packing, having done most of the work last night. I waited in the reception for ten minutes to check out but nobody came, so when the driver arrived I left the key on the desk and went.

The driver for this was Naser, the same as I’d done the Tour500 trip with, and he seemed annoyed I’d not booked any trips through him. I explained my trip to Ajloun was prearranged but he didn’t seem to understand. He did however get me to the airport in thirty minutes due to the empty roads.

By the time I’d dropped my bags off and was through security, almost an hour had passed. Security was slow as they swabbed my iPad, Kindle, and DSLR before I could continue. I got breakfast from Starbucks, and used most of my remaining dinars to get some water before boarding at 07:30.

As the boarding was completed early they decided to leave fifteen minutes early for what would be a 5hr15 flight. This flight was pretty much full, and due to the check in issues I had the dreaded middle seat. To my left, they were opening and closing the window constantly and lifting the arm rest so they could encroach onto my seat. In front, he had his feet so far back under his own seat that any attempt to have my feet in front of me resulted in a kick. The one to my right wasn’t so bad, but she was spraying sanitizer frequently to rub surfaces down. The worst thing though were the shoeless feet appearing on the armrest to my right from behind.

When it reached London we were stuck in a holding pattern for thirty minutes, and eventually touched down. I was one of the last off the plane, but got straight through the UK border control with no queue. The luggage carousel was quite a wait, and whilst there I spotted Leo‘s camera crew waiting for their many boxes of camera gear.

I couldn’t find the way to the Elizabeth line, so took the Piccadilly line to Saint Pancras and made it onto the train home with minutes to spare. It’d been quite the journey, but at least I was home.