Flight to Amman

We took the afternoon flight from London to Amman, the capital of Jordan. A pretty weird flight in many ways as Keith had a seat (they had electronic settings) that had a life of its own. It would move up and down on its own. The steward also decided that I was in need of more wine and split a glass over me. 2 hours later after eventually drying off, Gillian decided that I'd been dry too long and threw her glass of water over me! Apart from that it was uneventful!
20 minute queue to get through immigration and picked up by our driver for the next week who dove us to our hotel, the Marriott.