Our service taxi dropped us off at the international bus terminal, well east of the Damascus city centre, so we had to take a taxi into the city. The driver was a pleasant fellow, and with our meagre skills in one-another's languages we managed to have
After some confusion about how to buy our tickets, when they were available for sale, whether we could take a proper bus or a microbus and where exactly we were going, we finally managed to get ourselves on the way to Homs. Ninety minutes on the bus, hal
After a disappointingly hasty exit from Deir ez Zur, we were on our way to Palmyra. Right out in the middle of the desert, this Roman era city is one of, if not THE tourist highlight of Syria. Constructed in front of a huge oasis, the ruins of Palmyra
After changing a few Euros into Syrian pounds, we got a (extrodinarily expensive, but given that we had Turkish money left to spend, that didn't matter) taxi trip to the Syrian border.
As Sarah didn't have her Syrian visa yet, it took a little while to
I'm finally leaving again, after 2 weeks crashing on a friend's floor. My passport is coming back on Friday and I'm leaving on Sunday. It's ...
