Moat around the citadel
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There is a citadel at the old city, but it is off limits as it is being restored.
a travelogue for a solo cross-country motorcycle road trip from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California in 2008 and an overland attempt from Singapore to Morocco from November 2004 to August 2006
There is a citadel at the old city, but it is off limits as it is being restored.
Western women have to wear these brown robes at the mosque.
Saladin ("Restorer of the Faith") was a Kurd, who successfully led the Muslims against the Crusaders. He was also portrayed in the movie "Kingdom of Heaven".
These doors were large enough to allow heavily-laden camels to walk through. The small door is what people used.
Martin, a Flamand, showed me this "khan" in a souq. They were multistoried storage areas, stores, and motels with a single entrance that could be locked at night. This one was empty, being restored, but had photographs in display from the Centre Culturel Francais.
Built in 1749 by the governor of Damascus, As'ad Pash al-Azem.
I heard this great choral singing in this mosque and dropped in for a peek. Immediately, room was made for me and I was seated and served some freshly squeeze orange juice. I stayed for about 20 minutes, also listening to this Iman speaking in Arabic. When I left, they gave me some candy-covered almonds as a gift. Syrians are so warm and friendly. "Axis of evil", my a%#!
Only a couple hours from Damascus is Bosra. There are Roman ruins here, including a 15,000-person capacity Roman theatre.
This is like Turkish ice cream, beaten and beaten into a light mixture and dipped into pistachio seeds. It isn't very sweet and only costs 50 cents.
I met a couple of travellers at my hostel and we went to get some dinner in the old city. The old city is filled with homes that have been converted into beautiful restaurants. They have open courtyards with fountains and are not very expensive. We went to a Caffe Restaurant in the Christian Quarter (there is also a Jewish Quarter in the old city) and had a mezze, a few appetizers, to share. The food was fantastic and only came to $2 a person.
The three minarets at the Umayyad Mosque are all constructed in different styles.
They've transplanted the facade of a desert fortress (Qasr al-Heir al-Gharbi) to the National Museum in Damascus. The museum isn't that interesting, but it has a nice garden filled with Roman remains. There are some interesting rooms in the museum, and if you use a internationl student card (like I did), the 150 Syrian pound (SP) admission prices goes down to 10 SP. Now THAT'S a student discount! Most of the sights are priced similarly. $1 = 50 SP.
Second story enclosed balconies are typical of the alleys in the old city.
This mosque dates from 705 AD. It is the main mosque in the old city. It was converted from a Byzantine Church, which was built on the site of a Temple of Jupiter.
Damascus has large souqs, or shopping areas, in its old city. There was this interesting banner hanging up in the Al Hamidiyya Souq.
It only took three hours to get through the passport control on the Syrian side compared to the five hours to get to Israel.
If you have an Israeli stamp in your passport, you're banned from almost all Muslim countries except for Morocco, Turkey, and Jordan, but if you go across at the King Hussein/Allenby Bridge like I did, you can try and convince the Israeli immigration not to stamp your passport. Fortunately, at this border crossing, the Jordanians won't stamp your passport because they still consider the West Bank part of Jordan.
The Yemenite Quarter has a nice bustling open market with cheap eats.
Jaffa is an old port just south of Tel Aviv. Actually it's just about a mile south of downtown TA. It was a port during the Crusade period and has a small quaint old city that has been, expectedly, into an upscale tourist area with art galleries and fine dining.
Tel Aviv, a beachside town, only an hour from Jerusalem, reminded me of Miami's South Beach, and not just because of the architecture. It is a pleasant city, with an excellent promenade. Beautiful people exercise along the promenade all day long. It has a good bus system, but it is easily walked as well. There are nice pedestrian areas lined with cafes and shops and corner grocery stores. It is almost like a New York City neighborhood placed on a warm climate on the water.
By midnight, however, the streets, especially around Zion Square were packed. I was told it would be like that until 5 am.
We ventured out after sundown, when the Jewish weekly shabbat was over. It was pretty empty out at night for a Saturday at 9 pm.
A couple travellers moved into the hostel after a couple nights of being the lone tourist. Ali and Shaz hailed from the UK and had been travelling alone in the Mideast. Ali had spent the last three months in Syria, Iran, and Israel. Shaz had visited Egypt and Jordan and now was on a pilgramage of sorts to Jerusalem.
My hostel, the Golden Gate Inn, was a great place in the Muslim Quarter, but the long-term residents in the dorm were a bit off. There was a 65 year old Palestinian who muttered to anyone who would listen and had a habit of speaking angrily in the dark in the middle of the night, sometimes shouting. There were a couple older blind guys, and a guy who claimed to be an American but kept quiet, to himself, but had a off-putting smirk on his face. A very strange group.