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Damascus from Mount Qassioun
Syria and The Axis Of Evil.
Axis of evil is a term initially used by the former United States President George W. Bush in his State of the Union Address on January 29, 2002, and often repeated throughout his presidency, describing the governments of Syria, Korea and Iran.
We are on our flight at last.
Arriving at the airport we did the usual custom checks etc. Then we were ushered outside into the hot Egyptian sun to our plane.
Well, that’s where we thought we were going, but instead we are put on a bus. No seats here though, just standing room only, as we race around the airport to our flight to Damascus, Syria.
Not really know sure why we are going here though. George Bush jnr and Johnny Howard don’t think we should be going.
This is a bad country, full of terrorists and all sorts of nasty characters.
Flying from Cairo to Damascus would be quicker if we flew over Israeli airspace, but I don’t think we will be taking this route today.
Not to sure what sort of reception we will be getting when we arrive there either.
The place could be full of robbed extremists armed with scimitars, whistling through the air as they remove the heads from western infidels.
George Bush, did warn us that we shouldn’t be going to this evil country. And we can’t turn the plane around now. Its too late, we shall just have to grin and hope for the best. I mean I hope they get it over and done with quickly.
As we fly over Jordon we can see out the window on our left or port side, what looks like the Dead Sea. Unfortunately, we will have to get used to this middle east haze.
As we come apprehensively down lower to Damascus we see this small town, or rather it looks small from up here. Finally we land and looking out our window we see a sign telling us that we are at the Damascus International Airport. I wonder if we will ever got out of this place, and should we have listened to George when he told us not to go here instead of thinking of him as an idiot.
We poked our heads out and looked to see if we could see any signs with our name on it.
There it was “Mr & Mrs Lee”. Thank you Bayan, you came through for us.
We ventured out, without seeing any mounted terrorists with scimitars raised, and we still had our heads attached to our shoulders.
As our driver drove out of the car park we were keen to see if Damascus was any cleaner or dirtier than Cairo.
I am pleased to report that Damascus is a nice clean and tidy city.
Our driver kept mumbling all the way into town and I kept asking him to repeat what he had said. Till I realised that he was cussing, the other drivers that pulled in front of him and he wasn’t talking to me.
When we did get into the city, he pulled into a park and was immediately, confronted by a large military Policeman, with an even larger machine gun across his waist. Our driver instantly moved on as requested, to another park up the street.
We were then met by another equally large coppa, who this time didn’t have a toy gun. So our brave driver started to argue with him for a short period. But soon moved on and this time he was really mumbling to him self, quite heatedly.
It has always amused me that he never argued with the first Officer who had the machine gun, but was quite prepared to argue with the Police Officer that never had one. Haha.
We went around a few more streets wondering what was going on with us and also our driver.
Suddenly in the middle of a one way street he stops and orders us “Out, out now”.
We clamber out of the car grab our bags out of the car and look at ech other in bewilderment.
Only to see in the front window of the car behind us a woman smiling and waving to us.
As she gets out she says “Hello I am Hanadi, Bayan’s wife, give me you bags. I will take you to your rooms”.
Hanadi and her son Abudi.
Our Hotel that evening.
After we hadrefreshed ourselves we decided to go for a tentative look at the town.
We weren’t to sure whether we should go out at night in a strange city, and in a strange country. We had no idea what to expect out side.
I had forgotten that the shops in the middle east dont close till everyone goes home, so there were still plenty of people around.
We found the city of Damascus to be a nice city, with a population of most helpful people, who tried to help us as much as they could.
Also a majority of them had a good knowledge of the English language.
The city was safe and we had an enjoyable few days while we were here, and it saddens me to think about whats going on to-day in one of my favourite places to visit ; the city of Damascus.
The Oldest Inhabited City In The World.
.Heading for Beirut, Lebanon from Damascus. May 2nd.
and sometimes it’s called ash-Shām.
Established between 10,000 to 8,000BC, Damascus is credited with being the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world.
Damascus, it’s an ancient city, and was ancient, before there was any history.
The old-walled city, in particular, feels very ancient and largely consists of a maze of narrow alleys, closed doors.
The old city still has an authentic medieval feel to it, although this is vanishing fast due to the increasing tourist traffic.
Life, however, goes on in the old-walled city, which is still the religious and social centre of the city.
Here we are in the middle of Ash Shuhada or Martyrs’ Square.