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To a familiar rhythm of Together, United, We’ll never be defeated, possibly 100,000 men women and children chanted "Allah (God), Syrie (Syria), Bashar (The President) is all we ask!” The numbers of people grew as the day went on, a palpable excitement was in the air. The helicopters were filming the crowds and broadcasting to state television. Everytime they flew over the crowds would cheer loudly. The chanting continued and could be heard ...
Even though we had 3 nights in Damascus, we really only had one day to do the sights. After our day trip to Lebanon, Mick and I were pretty shattered and I woke up quite grumpy the next day as my cook group was up for breakfast duties. Just one sleep in please! It’s quite hard to fathom why I’m so tired all the time when on travel days we just chill out on the truck sleeping or reading. It’s probably due to being so inactive. ...
... savouring the refreshing flavour that reminded me of certain white beers available in the UK. While I drank my beer, we consulted the guide book to find out where to go next, soon deciding to see the home where St Paul was supposedly cured of his blindness.
In the Bible a bad man called Saul had been sent to Damascus to cause some Christians trouble. Along the way God had blinded him leaving Saul defenceless. Luckily for him though another chap called Ananias soon came ...
... the ride. My tutor lives almost on the top of Muhajirin and thus I have to take a microbus that will ride up into the mountains. The view of Damascus once you get on top is spectacular. (I’ll try taking a picture one of these days)
Anyhow the time came for me to take the bus by myself. You can imagine my dread. I was all nervous, my hands were all sweaty , and all these thoughts were just bombarding me
What if I miss my stop and get lost
... but thankfully we got on really well and had loads in common and a really good time!) We had our passports checked four times as we approached the UN area. Then once we were there, we were escorted, as you have to be, around the lifeless town, for fear of mines or entering into (the remains of) structurally unsound buildings. Here the silence is deadly. Other than your footsteps, you can hear nothing. As you walk along the road, littered by collapsed buildings, twisted iron, ...