Damascus
December 2nd 2009 Damascus
Well I left Palmyra in my usual slow, faffing kind of way. No crack-of-bloody-dawn starts for me!
The previous night I'd met up briefly with my Brazilian friends who bragged about the best falafel they had ever had, picked up from a little stand just across from my hotel. Starving as I was, and fed up of paying tourist prices for meals (delicious though they may be), I rac
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