Blue Dead Sea, Jordan
13.12.2003 | The Dead Sea, Jordan
After I left Syria yesterday I had to teach a police officer English. I had to show him all the electronic devices and clearly name each one in English: "Camera." "Mobile phone." "Portable computer." Then he let me pass to the actual border crossing.
Dimashq – hunting the flying carpet
11.12.2003 | Damascus, Syria
have to tell you something – I've been looking for a flying carpet since a few years ago. And I embarked on this enterprise in a sincere hope to find one on the journey. No luck until now in spite that I was seriously counting on Dimashq. I haven't lost my hope yet and I'm counting on success in Cairo.
Croatian music in the desert, Brazilian one in the heart of Haleb
10.12.2003 | Aleppo, Syria
Have you ever heard a reverse-gear light on a van playing Lambada? You haven't? Then you should go for the experience to Aleppo!
Has ever approached your car a lady with her daughters just to marry you with the fourteen and twenty-year old daughters? Not yet? Bearing in mind that at least the twenty-year old one, in spite of being wrapped up to the neck, was extremely attractive, I suggest you to visit Aleppo!
Back to Syria, web-page available again
7.12.2003 | Damascus, Syria
I left wonderful Lebanon behind and the web-page is available again. What was happening during the last days, why was the page closed? If you check last news you'll see two new updates concerning Lebanon, but now the answer about the page:
Ba'lbek - first snow
5.12.2003 | Baalbek, Lebanon
Lebanon is something special in this part of the world. It reminds me of some negligent parts of Europe, like Montenegro, Portugal Greece. Roads are much worse than in Syria (where they are excellent, by the way), but generally the country is richer and better ordered. You can notice it through western shops, which aren't abundant only in Beirut but also elsewhere, through the car-park and prices. A stranger feels welcome at any moment, they are willing to help you, but only when it's obvious you need help, and not like in Syria, where you just stop by the road only to have a small snack and you're crowded in a moment. Every fifteen minutes you come across a military check-point with machine-guns and sometimes also tanks, where the traffic slows down on a single lane (highways) or even completely stops. They were always very nice to me; when they discover I'm stranger who deals with Arabic a pleasant and surprised smile comes to their faces and let me pass.