Aqaba day-trip (literally)

24 hours (and no sleep) later... the question becomes, how was my trip to Aqaba with the village people? beyond the obvious marks of my trip (new hair cut, strawberry face, puffy 'fire coral' burn, marks from sea anemones, losing my favorite (read: most useful) Jordan shirt, and sagging eyes), what do i have to mention? I held a pufferfish, played cross-gender/family hang out hide-and-go-seek games, and gave my phone number to a 20-year-old niqab-wearing big sister on a bus full of girls/women at 4am...literally the only men were the driver, his little son, and mentioned girl's little brother. We had a raging time. Those of you who have never ridden with only 13-50 year old women on a packed Jordanian village-bus in Ramadan wouldn't understand..