Me Vs. The Bureaucrats of Amman, Jordan

Or, the part no one tells you about living overseas

I know I sometimes complain(ed) about the cement jungle. But I still think Amman is a beautiful city. Photo by Hisham Zayadnh
Jordanian bureaucrats are quirky, funny creatures. They all have mustaches, gelled hair, and a cigarette lodged between their lips while they process (and drop ashes onto) your paperwork. The main requirement for extending a tourist visa[1] at one of the local police stations is that you have to work at

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Georgie Nink

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