Dar Alnoor
Travel Blogs from Damascus
First Days in Damascus (Damask)
... who I had not spoken to asked me if I had said 100SYP. I confirmed (this was my opening price) at which point he started shouting and screaming. I walked away and he followed having a bit of a tantrum about my offer. At this point 2 other travelers that I had met in Aleppo appeared from the bus station having just arrived from somewhere else. We grouped up while the angry taxi driver followed ...
Hmmmmmmm
... it was falling apart. The seats wouldn't stay upright and the base moved around. It had a strong smell of diesel and we were surrounded by kids, 1 of them was sick everywhere. Head phones in and sun glasses on I went to sleep. Damascus hasn't really lit our fire. It's nice but not great. Maybe it's cause I'm feeling tired. Fraser said I'm looking old, well I am 30 on Wednesday! Off to Amman, Jordan for my birthday treat of a health and beauty spa. ...
Sweatin' it up
... to the mosque. Eventually they morphed into institutions unto themselves, and occasionally into monumental structural complexes. As important social centers, they were built in almost every Ottoman city. In Damascus I am aware of at least half a dozen, though the actual number in the city is anyone's guess. As the entrance is often only written in Arabic, my limited ability to read the lacy script has proved useful in seeking out ...
Damascus and then...I'm out!
... trip to Syria!
We're out! No prison, no harassment by secret police, no scary stories of terrorists gone mad (hmmm, that might be a redundancy). Of course there's also no Youtube, Amazon.com or Facebook either – just to name a few of the various websites blocked in the country but hey, it
is still the Middle East and freedom come in bits and pieces. Even Turkey, EU wannabees, blocks access to Youtube. But official government policy ...
Ramadan Kareem
... and thyme, peppers, onions, cucumbers ad the most flavourful carrots.
-Breads: fresh pita bread is made 24hrs a day. People come out of dark doors in all sorts of buildings with heavy stacks of hot pita bread. There are usually shelves or racks nearby and they bring their pitas to it, separate them, lay them out, wave them around, all in an attempt to cool them off (I assume). Ramadan has also brought about a so of tamarind-caramel drizzled crispy ...