The bizantine church of Saint George (1 JD) is simple but nice, and the famous map mosaic is well conserved. It's advisable to see the guide that is located near the entry of the church to locate the places which are refered in the map, because at first look only Jerusalem is recognizable. After a walk around the village and a visit to the Madaba Museum (1 JD), that have some beatiful mosaics, we decided to find the bus station to locate the bus to Amman for the next day. Apparently, all the buses arrive to the Wahedat station, and our "service taxi" to Damascus (Syria) departures from Abdali, so, better to carry on our luggage is to take a taxi to Amman.

We had lunch at Haret Jdoudna restaurant, with an open area and a flat roof. The election can't be better, as much for the food as for the place. As well as the traditional Hummous, a course based on eggplant, Baba Ganoush, and chicken with yogourt. The final price was 6 JD, we were surprised about the cheap price (Lonely Planet said it was expensive but good). After resting for a while, in the afternoon, Charl managed for us a taxi driver to go to Mount Nebo and pick up us there after the sunset, for only 5 JD. It's only five minutes by car. We paid 1 JD at the entry, and luckyly we encountered the place without people, except for a young couple and an arab family. After a brief walk to the top of the hill, we arrived to the small hermitage, were Moses is supposedly buried, after leading his people through the desert and saw the promised land from here before dying. The view of the Jordan Valley from the promomtory of the forge cross is amazing and the sunset over Dead Sea and Palestine made us think about if this is the last time we could see this region, or finally, we will decide to go to Jerusalem for some days. The poster indicating the position and distance of the visible palestinian cities in well-lit days cheered us up to go there. On the way back, the taxi driver, took longer than we expect to pick us up. The family that works there paying attention to the place, especially the kids, repeatedly take care of us and insisted to help us finding a transport to return to the village. For their own peace of mind the taxi driver arrived. Taking advantage of the good prices, we agreed with him the ride to Amman next morning for 6 JD.

By night, we visited an arab cake shop in the center of the village, where they invited us to taste the delicious local sweets, called Baklawa. It's stored in huge rolling pins, after being cooked over enormous round trays. We bought 1 Kg of variated Baklawa for 1.5 JD, and even so, they gave us as a present two pieces more. The final of the day couldn't be more sweet.