After an eventful, and quite honestly a rather stressful stay in Egypt, my next stop was Jordan.I’d made prior arrangements to meet a Bedouin guide named Odeid, who was from the southern part of Jordan at the Amman airport and he would be taking me to the famous archeological site Petra, and then to his Bedouin camp near the Saudi border. My flight out of Egypt was delayed a bit, but eventually I was in the air for the short, 45 minute-long flight. However, once I’d arrived, there was one little problem with me getting into the formally titled, Kingdom of Jordan.
Even though I’d read that the name Cairo was Arabic for “The Victorious One”, after only an hour in the Egyptian capital I began to wonder if something had gotten lost in translation, because to me, Cairo must certainly be the Arabic word for “chaos.”
Pancakes. Hotcakes. Griddle Cakes. Flapjacks.
No matter what they’re called, they happen to be one of my favorite ways to start the morning, and when I travel around the country I make it a point to seek out the very best local places to find these breakfast staples. I personally don’t like a lot of extra stuff on or in my pancakes: whipped cream, chocolate chips, strawberry sauce, ice cream, hot fudge – in my opinion they are just ways to mask a boring pancake. A really top-notch pancake should be able to stand on its own, maybe with some simple blueberries in the batter, and always with a little help from butter and real maple syrup.