أنا من القمر – Jordan Pt 5 – Amman – The Canary Hotel

The Canary Hotel Sign -  ©Uchujin-Adrian Storey. All Rights reserved.

In my travels there are certain hotels, not the opulent and comfortable but ultimately faceless ones, but the cheaper more full of character ones, that have left an indelible impression on my memory, stories can be told (some not in polite company) about them and occasionally years later I wake up from a particularly vivid dream upset to find that I’m not in the hotel room I was dreaming of.
The “Navrang” in Delhi, The “Hotel California” in Khatmandu, “Thai Thai” guesthouse in Bangkok, The “Regale Internet Inn” in Lahore and The “Z hotel” in Puri to name just a few. The scenes of some of the greatest experiences and the best friendships of my life have begun in these places and many of them will remain with me till I make it to a rocking chair on a porch somewhere to reminisce.
Well now I have a new one to add to my list of places of which I sometimes dream.
I’m speaking of “The Canary Hotel” in Al Weibdeh, Amman, Jordan.

Set in a quiet residential neighbourhood a 5 minute service taxi ride from downtown Amman, The Canary, thanks in large part to it’s friendly and wonderful staff became what all great hotels become to me, truly a home away from home, a base from which to have adventures.
What started as a one night stay after our taxi driver from Petra, Faleh ( A GREAT guy, please use him if you are ever in Jordan, you won’t regret it) dropped us off there turned into me staying for over a week, not my initial plan at all.
It’s a clean , cheapish place (22JD a night for a single, roughly $30 U.S.) with breakfast included, it has some fantastically kitsch art on the walls of the lounge and stair wells, satellite TV in the rooms and the lounge – good for keeping up with Al Jazeera while in the middle east, free WiFi (Take note expensive hotels-Paid WiFi is taking the piss) and some lovely lovely staff. Oh and they have beer!
It also seems to be one of those places that attracts a singularly interesting clientele, from Pakistani helicopter pilots to 80 year old Indian chemical engineers, each with a story to tell.
(It’s also where I met the Australians who I ended up getting rocks thrown at with, and the vet who took me to watch the autopsy of an endangered Arabian Oryx-coming soon!)
Throw all of these things together and you have the kind of hotel that chapters in autobiographies are made of.

The Canary, like all good hotels, has an accessible roof. In this case underutilized except for satellite dishes and water tanks, but after creeping through the tiny room at the top of the stairs where one of the night staff slept I was rewarded with sweeping views of Amman and a perfect spot for what quickly became a daily ritual of watching the sunset. Such a simple pleasure to watch the sun go down and yet one I rarely if ever get to enjoy in my daily life.
So it was everyday, to the strains of the call to prayer, I cracked open an Amstel beer and alone on the roof of my adopted home watched the huge orange sun disappear behind a cityscape that it burnt into my memory.

Special mention has to be made of Samer, the palestinian guy who works the morning shift serving breakfast and manning the desk. I had some truly spectacular conversations with him and quickly felt a bond of friendship unusual in its simple mutual respect.
When I finally left we hugged and I felt genuinely sad to be leaving a friend.
As much as I have liked most of the staff at the hotels that will form the chapters in the autobiography I’ll probably never write, Samer stands alone.
Samer, my brother, I know you will read this, so to you a special thanks. Inshallah we meet again soon.

Canary Hotel, I salute you and I hope some day to revisit your hallowed hallways not just in my dreams.

Some pictures (all shot either on iPhone 4 or the digital Harenezumi):-

The Canary Hotel
Al Karmali Street
Jebel Al Weibdeh
Tel: +962 7 4638353/4638362
Email: canary_h@hotmail.com

Be sure to check out the other posts in the Jordan series:-

أنا من القمر – Jordan

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  • Samer looks like a Cheers era Woody Harrelson, can tell he’s a nice guy. Love those special hotel memories. Apt that this one is called the canary as the continuation of these sorts of hotels, their health as it were, is a good indicator of the value of a place for travelers and the sensitivity to the place the wanderers themselves have. As travel becomes more and more commodified; as experiences are demanded by those passing through rather than sought these places will probably, and unfortunately, become rarer. The wheely-bag traveler, the ersatz adventurer who can never move that far from the familiarity of much, aside from the needed for paving his luggage asks; these sorts of travelers do not want the Hotel Canary. They do not want places that are muddling through and unique, where real friendships can be made with people that are paid to look after you but such tasks do not belittle them as we do not, in turn, belittle them for asking for their care. I love a place where you can muck in at times, be part of something rather than apart from it. I remember an example of this new entitled tourist attitude in Southern Thailand, when the flood waters were 2 meters high and the young gap yearers were complaining about the lack of a bus out of town. They had to leave, they said, they ordered the owner to honor his earlier ticket sales, but he just looked them in the face and asked them, without irony, what exactly they though he could do about that with two metres of water below his window. Ruffled and puffed up with indignation the back-packers continued complained until the the owner threatened to throw them out the window. I’m sure they won’t be back and have rubbished the reputation of guest-house, and perhaps the whole of southern Thailand on forums and within friendships since. I however, would stay there again in a blink as it was once the children had been silenced a great place to hang out and kill the days until the flood waters receded. especially as the owner made sure everyone, including those earlier that had not earned it were included in the atmosphere of the happy siege we found ourselves in. Good post, poetry no less for the feralness of exploration stalled a while. We way wander, fill our boots with dust from many different places and love every grain of it. But finding that home from home, fleeting as it necessarily has to be is indeed magical and I hope places like the Canary will always exist. You put the feeling across better than I do. I really want to go there. Damon

  • Thank you for such kinds and the mention of Regale Internet Inn in your blog. It is much appreciated. I have read it out to our whole team and it has made them so very happy.

    Special thanks form Malik.