Rawda Hotel Damascus
Alsaydah Zainab Airport St, Damascus ghouta Damascus, Syria
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Surviving Syria
... courtyard) I had to remind him that the hotel staff all spoke fluent English. I could be arrested for that sort of behaviour. It was very awkward. His words about the current government echoed around the hotel while seven staff members listened in.
I stopped for some lunch in one of the souks in a snack bar that had no atmosphere and no smiles, like many places here. The girl who eventually served me (I was their only customer) went back into the kitchen and after ...
Allah (God), Syria (our Country), Bashar..........
... people’s man, waving to the crowd or spending time with family. Every shop, home and business has a picture of Bashar in the front window now. His image is forever burned into our brains. But surely this instant passion for the President seems a little false, a little bit over-enthusiastic....?
We hadn't heard talk of any form of rally occurring in Damascus so we were a little alarmed to be woken yesterday morning (Tuesday) by the sounds of ...
The Road to Damascus
... narrated by, I was told, a famous actor in the Middle East although I don't remember his name. The part Brent and I played had us pretend to look at and silently discuss some exhibits while slowly exiting the room as the host spoke a few lines. For my 2 hours of "acting" I earned a fat 1500 Dinar paycheck, about $30, which was just enough to get me out of the country to my next destination, Lebanon.
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Lost in Translation
... after he caught himself slipping out a particularly proud 'eh', "I gotta lose this quick, or my buddies back home will never let me hear the end of it".
As Arabic obviously isn't my first language, I can tolerate, and indeed should even expect to be the source of amusement. I don't mind at all. It's confusion, causing offense, and blank stares that I'm trying to avoid. After all, all I really want is to order something delicious in a restaurant.
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Can't believe
That the holidays ends tomorrow. oh man.
Woke up, half awake of course y 11:30, Hisham picked me up on his scooter, went back to his garage, picked upo my bike, went back to the hotel, picked up the bags, checked out and said good buy to Hisham, who aparently is the father of motorbikes in Syria, I feel privilidged to meet him, and he is a himble guy and he dropped everything and stayed with ...
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