Coral Julia Dumna Aleppo
AL sabee Bahrat, Beside Omayad Mosqe Aleppo, Syria
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"When I'm in Syria i am safe!"
... gezelschap. In ruil hebben wij zijn kamelen gevoerd met een gigantische zak pittabroodjes. Tussen haakjes: die man had nog nooit van Mc Donalds gehoord. Het kan dus nog.
Dag 12 zijn we uit de desert vertrokken en doorgetrokken richting Aqaba, het Blankenberge aan de Rode Zee. Saaie stad, saaie stranden die meer op asbakken lijken en gevuld zijn met mannen in zwembroek en vrouwen in burkini. Na even het internet te hebben geraadpleegd een finaal ...
Souks and Sites
... with the kilometers of souk alleyways are mosques, schools, doctors and more. A whole existence in and around the souks.
A wander to a mosque and around completed my stroll. Feeling quite exhausted from the hustle and bustle I returned to the hostel for a rest.
The evening was spent wandering the alleys of Jdeideh (the Christian Quarter) which held a different feel ...
Miss Britta und die syrische Gastfreundschaft
... machten lustige Gruppenfotos mit der ortsansässigen Jugend. Letzter Programmpunkt: Ein Besuch in der großen Moschee. Da hatte der Herr M. gut lachen. Schließlich musste er sich nicht ein Tuch um den Kopf wickeln (das keinen Windhauch überstanden hätte) und einen geblümten Rock über die Hose ziehen. Kein Wunder, dass ich die perfekt verhüllten Frauen ganz schön skeptisch beäugten. Apropos Auge: Das hatte jemand inmitten der heiligen Hallen auf ...
The mysteries of Aleppo
... are these men sitting in one-room shops with wooden paneling and nothing inside except a table for them to sit at... I was not able to figure out or find out what they could possibly be doing there with no sign on the door or inside and no apparent merchandise inside to be sold... I'll have to return to find out. ...
The journey, not the arrival, matters
... face full of anger when I was paying. He thought I was querying the bill when all I wanted to know was could someone write it in numerals I could understand. Big smiles when he got that, and the money.
On the road to the Iraq border the soil was dark and friable, the flood plains of the Euphrates. The villages were all one storey concrete grey houses with two, three rooms, occasionally a group of tents. Water channels raised by the road.
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