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Palmyra: The Bride of the Desert

Nothing can prepare you for your first view of Palmyra’s magnificence. I walked around in a daze for an hour, talked to a Bedouin who approached me with his camel, and just sat there staring at the ruins for some time, wondering how magnificent the city must have been in its heyday. Continue reading

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Bosra, More Nargileh and the Problem With Hindi

The Romans erected these Amphitheaters all over their empire. Many survive, including the most famous one (the Colosseum in Rome), but few are more than ruins. The one in Bosra is one of the most well preserved Roman amphitheaters in the world, and was the primary reason for my visit. Continue reading

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Damascus: Palace, Syrian Honesty, Cheats and Barbershops

The one with a tourist site, a display of Syrian Honesty, the Great Shoe-Repair Ripoff™ and the Arabic Barbershop Experience™ Continue reading

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Damascus: St. Paul, St. Thomas and the Most Expensive Piss in the World

In between sessions I walked around town, visited some of the same places I went to yesterday, and explored more of the narrow old town alleys. I saw the chapel of St. Paul and the chapel of some other dude who gave him back his eyesight. Okay I should probably narrate that story as it is a very important chapter in Christian history… Continue reading

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Damascus: History, Souqs, Tea and People-Watching

One gets a very medieval feel while walking down the narrow, twisting alleyways and stone- paved streets of the old city. Of course, the Hyundais, Skodas, Ladas, Dacias and Geelys dampen this feeling a little but that is the price one must pay for “progress”. Continue reading

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The Challenge Begins! Mumbai-Damascus

My host Mustafa and his friend Mustafa came to meet me at “Sharky Bob” and we walked to his fascinating house down millenia-old alleyways in the Old City of Damascus. Once there, we met Mustafa, a housemate of Mustafa, but no relation to Mustafa’s friend Mustafa. Continue reading

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