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Surviving Syria
... like a warm welcome. No more suspicion. No more tension. When I asked how much a visa would be if I stayed for a few weeks, the officer said, "I have an uncle in Sydney. For you? Free. You can stay for three months. Oh - and welcome to Lebanon". Within minutes our taxi continued over the mountains of Lebanon and then, there it was. Beirut - wedged between mountains and the sea - the water glistening in the sun and the city below. A Middle Eastern oasis. That's it! I'm staying here! ...
Groeten uit Damascus
... ook een bezoek gebracht aan de 'Omajjaden of Grote Moskee'. Hiervoor djellabah moeten huren, MET KAP, anders mocht ik niet binnen. Was wel even wennen, maar ja, al de vrouwen liepen er zo bij, dus.... Ook de schoenen moesten uit natuurlijk.
Morgen gaan we een hele dag rondwandelen in deze mystieke stad!
Hopelijk kan ik morgen ook een verslag uitbrengen en wat foto's plaatsen, want internet is traag en heeft ...
The Souqs of Damascus
... falafel and shwarma stands, amazing rice with toasted nuts and white grapes……delicious!
And every time we stop to look more closely at something we are given a sample to taste. We could practically eat for free here, and often when we do try to buy something the vendor doesn’t charge us because we’re only buying a small piece to ...
Becoming a Syrian movie-star
... an. After a short hike there we went up to the castle which overlooks the whole area and then saw some more of the rural areas. Amazing thing for me is how much most parts of Amman remind me of Phoenix (hot, sunny, lots of asphalt, etc.) while the rural areas look more like Bolivia or Mozambique... a very diverse country!
Saturday was the day to leave Amman for me (I'll come back in a few weeks) and to head into Syria. I was quite apprehensive of getting to the ...
Eid al Adha
... sounds and the smells of the city still excite and inspire, but the day to day no longer overwhelms.
Ultimately for me Eid was of little significance; I live with two Syrians, but neither of them did anything to celebrate Eid as far as I could see. I wasn't the recipient of a large quantity of sheep meat, and I wasn't served coffee or sweets. Nobody gave me money or toys. Had I been in Damascus for only the few days during Eid, perhaps I would have been disappointed ...
This hotel was formerly known as: Venezia


