In the English language there are only limited internet resources on cycling in Jordan.
A range of emotions flit through our heads the first time we’re offered tea in the middle of the desert.
Our bikes are thrown unceremoniously into the back of the pick-up and we set off.
The invitation comes from two guys in a white Toyota Hilux. Of course, we say yes.
The drink is sweet and sugary, so are our hosts.
They become our first Jordanian friends, and later in the week we rejoin them to ride bikes on their local trails. They brim with hospitality; a trait that we encounter time and time again. In fact, every single time we stop to check the route or take a photo, we receive an invitation for tea, or even dinner.
Our limited common language doesn’t stretch much beyond famous people and the basics of Arabic:
“Mr Bean?” “Harry Kane?” “As-salam.” “Shukran” “Welcome, welcome”.
But nonetheless it’s warm, heartfelt and makes us feel welcome.