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Travel Blogs from Bloudan
... and myself and the other 'actors' got time to mess around, snap pictures, eat delicious Syrian food, lounge in the sun with a good book and all the other things that are important in an actors' life...
After Ma'loula we visited the Convent of the lady of Saidnaya, another place with Aramaic speakers knocking around. Driving here made me realize how much easier it is to travel around with a van and a local driver; Saidnaya ...
... that spoke a few words of Arab!
Ma'loula is a quiet little mountain town with some nice monasteries only an hour away from Damascus,! We went and visited the monastery of Thecla, one of the early followers of Apostle Paul. The monastery is set in a spectacular spot, built in to the rugged mountains. All the people in town were very nice, from the bakery supplying a feed to other random locals showing us the way. Another ...
... you have to think-how comfortable are we ordering food and eating in front of the majority of people whom are not allowed to eat or drink. How hungry are we? My dad said he found one of his Christian employees discretely nibbling on a carrot in the corner of their office the other day so as not to obvioulsy be eating in front of their muslim co-workers. It is also to be noted that children and pregnant woman can dine throughout the day, however I'm not ...
... them of a great opportunity to do so.
As a half day trip I visited Maalula, a village north of Damascus. Built on a hill side and housing some fine church, monastery and a short trail through a gorge, it was a nice escape from the capital’s bustle, although in general Damascus is far behind other big cities in terms of congestion.
Definitely one of the very highlights of Syria are ruins of Palmyra. Along with a Swedish guy I got to know in Damascus ...
The city that has always been and always will be, was to be the our experience for the day. We drove into Damascus and stopped just shy of the heart of the city, a few blocks from the Citadel. Walking the rest of the way to the Old City, we very soon started to see old houses, holding on for dear life, many twisted beyond recognition. Turning around one corner, we walked right into a sous, a street in the city's medina. So far in our journey, we had seen some of the world's finest medinas, ...