It is not hard to find the bus station, but surely it is an experience to find the right bus to the right place.  So many taxi drivers and mini-bus drivers trying to convence me that there is no local bus

to Jerash, and they can take me there for between JD10 to JD16 round trip.  Well, after a while you have been traveling on your own, you kind of develop a sixth sense which tells you who to trust.  Obvisouly these guys are trying to fool me.  I just smile at them, and insists that I will find the local bus to Jerash.  And after a bit of running around, I am onboard the bus.

Well, I have to admit that taxi is more convient to travel if time is very important and money is not much an issue.  For local buses, they don't have a definite time when to depart. As long as there are empty seats, they won't leave the bus station.  And it could take a LONG time to fill up the bus.

After about 30 minutes of waiting, the bus journeys 40km north of Amman and drops me off at the ancient city of Jerash, a beautiful preserve of the Roman Empire. Few ancient towns are as well preserved and as complete as Jerash, a city complex that once was a thriving commercial zone and part of the Decapolis. Built in the 2nd century BC the city was conquered in 63 BC by the Roman General Pompey. It reached its peak in the 2nd century and declined after a series of Christian and Muslim invasions and earthquakes in the mid 8th century. 

The three and a half hour gone by very quickly.  I decided to take a local mini bus back to Amman.  By the time I get back to the bus station, it is the breakfast for Ramanda again.  Walking down the empty street by myself, I have a very strange feeling, feels like walking in a ghost town.