Yasmeen D'Alep Hotel
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... sneezing a little bit. We arranged a price for the barrels of Aleppo peppers to be transported to the caravan before moving on. Sargon explained to us the three subdivisions of food; mezze, or appetizers, the main course, and desserts. We paid for and ate some Baba Ghanoush (atasty chargrilled eggplant dip) with some flatbread, followed by kamayeh, a rare truffle unique to the area. It was delicious. As we began to leave the marketplace, Sargon pointed ...
... duurt 6 à 9 maanden. Tijdens het droogproces verdwijnt langzaam de aanvankelijke groene kleur en bekomt zijn uiteindelijke bruine kleur.
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Aleppo is one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world; it has been inhabited since perhaps as early as the 6th millennium BC. Such a long history is probably due to its being a strategic trading point midway between ...
A 1 hour long border crossing, but with no problems. The bus continued to Aleppo and from the bus station I shared a taxi with a Japanese traveler to the center by the Clock Tower and the Sheraton Hotel. A peculiar site for the latter, the huge plush building plonked in the middle of bustling streets and busy roads, all of which were old scrawling buildings and shops.
My hostel was only 50m away but still took me 30mins to find! However, ...
... and that was when we met the Muhammed and his uncle. We had a lot of fun talking to them and decided the next day we would go back. When we left the souks we realised it had been raining so rushed back to the hotel to get the washing in. They bet us to it and got it in for us. Really nice. We spent the rest of the day resting and eating. The next day I woke up feeling a little under the weather and not sure if I was going to be sick. I decided to brave it ...
... roadway in dark clothing awaiting a minibus. How they survive, Allah only knows! And now more timid drivers were driving slower than normal, with the minibuses zipping madly in and around, flashing their brights and honking their horns. What fun! Luckily we were able to recognize the route we needed having done it once each way ourselves and once each way in the minibus, but we still missed a turn or two, having to double back here and there. We still got back to our peaceful camping oasis ...