Amman's Rolling Hills of Concrete
As a guy that has spent several years living in Arizona, the notion of urban sprawl and desert cities typically brings forth imagery of flat terrain. But the idea of arid, elevation-less cities—particularly the capital cities that I've seen of late—has been all but shattered in this region of the Middle East.
Without question, Amman is a city that I've absolutely no desire to return to. I typically despise capital cities for one reason or another—having traveled overland from Poland to Syria this past year without stopping in a single one—and Jordan's is no exception.
Don't get me wrong, Amman's roadway infrastructure is one of the best I've seen in a very long time—on par with some of the better parts of Europe that I've traveled through. But it's not pretty, well-planned roads that I enjoy—nor is it the big-name hotels and banks, or trendy restaurants and expensive beers being drunk by a bar full of early-twenties Americans in the city to study Arabic.
Amman simply feels soulless… or perhaps filled with the likes that I care not to interact with, surrounded by rolling hills of mostly unpainted concrete.