Dar Al-Yasmine Damascus
, Bab Touma Damascus, Syria
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Surviving Syria
... that sold - you guessed it - socks. The sock stalls. In other countries there are shops that specialise in selling all sorts of cheap **** but in these souks the stalls all specialised in selling one type of ****. Amazing.
While in Aleppo the political situation was deteriorating fast. The hotel staff were not unfriendly at all, but altogether quiet and reserved. I didn't see a single other hotel guest and my room was like somewhere fit for royalty. I had to ...
Omzwervingen in de 'oude stad'
... which are a replica of the public baths in the city but on a smaller scale. The salamlik is the guest wing, and it comprises the formal halls, reception areas and large courtyards with traditional cascading fountains.
Used in the building of this palace were several types of stones including limestone, sandstone, basalt, and marble.This provided for a natural decorative appearance of the structure. The ceilings have painted wooden panels that display natural scenes.
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Lost in Translation
... reason to be learning the language, beyond feeling confident ordering my meal in a restaurant.
As the weeks have gone by I have found myself less and less inclined to study. At this point studying isn't what I really need anyways, there is more than enough grammar and vocab floating around my brain trying to solidify itself into a usable language, sitting at my desk and memorizing more isn't going to help; spending time in the streets talking ...
Are you carrying a bomb?
At the border crossing, after discovering that I work in Afghanistan, I was jokingly asked "Al-qaeda?... are you carrying a bomb?" After lots of smiles I was eventually let across to the border to cross what was perhaps one of the longest, most well-developed ...
Welcome to Damascus
... mouths, young children shrieked with delight as they greedily licked giant cones of hand churned ice cream dipped in crushed pistachios, grandmothers walked away from pomegranate juice stalls with crimson mustaches. My stomach began to eat itself. But I was stuck with them, Margot and Zuzu, committed to joining them for lunch, to abandon them now was not an option. I took solace in the thought that they wouldn't walk all this way if the place ...



