Its our last day in Syria (sniff*). Day 42. A few final notes:
Sunset on Mount Qassioun, overlooking Damascus, seems to no longer be a sight and sound experience. The view is amazing but the local popularity of the site means cars, horns, radios, and chatter obscure the sound of the call to worship that goes off when the sun sets.
No Conversion to British Pounds in Syria.
Just learned onions cure all stomach problems. (FOL)
Songs, flags, and Shiite travellers in Ummayad mosque around the shrine of Mohammed's grandson.
Finished the last of the really great boraks (fried pastry with cheese).
M learns how a nargileh works and that all his apple-flavored smokes actually ARE made of tabacco.
It now costs $30 instead of $4 to get OUT of Syria. (Its free to get in.)
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