At (everyone elses) home in Hama
Trip Start Aug 11, 2009
143Trip End Sep 30, 2010
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Where I stayed
El Riad Hostel
Conversations in Syria always seem to go like this (usually conducted in a mix of arabic, English, mime and possible even pictionary):
Welcome to Syria!!
Where are we from? Ah, Australia, we love Australians!
How old are we?
Are we brother and sister?
Ah!! married!! And am I pregnant? no? well where have we left our baby? we don't have a baby? when will we have a baby?
To which the correct answer seems to be inshallah (it will happen if god wills it)
The villages surrounding Hama contain some stunning sights
Half the fun is in getting to the sights - crammed into a tiny minibus with the locals who go out of their way to help us find where we are going. Strolling through the villages, offers of tea are frequent, as are cries of 'welcome to Syria' and 'hello'. The first day we attempted to visit Apamea we never made it to the site, after three 17 year old Syrian girls on the bus invited us home for tea and then spent the whole afternoon showing us around their village and introducing us to all their friends and relatives, resulting in an impromptu party as they tried to teach us to dance (we were so terribly bad at it, they even put on some western sounding music and asked if maybe we could "dance in English?"). As seems to be the norm in Syria, a few thousand photos were taken on everyones camera phones to mark the occassion.