After our unnecessarily long pit-stop at the border, we got to Damascus around midnight when we were expected to get there around 8. Our host, Josh, was out with friends so instead of going to his apartment we went straight to a bar. Ended up crazy dancing until 4 in the morning.
Umayyad mosque at night.
Umayyad mosque during the day.
The rest of these pictures are mainly from walking around the souqs in Damascus: eating chocolate crescent rolls for breakfast, drinking endless cups of fresh-squeezed pomegranate juice (Miriam was loving it), visiting other mosques, having pizza and wine for dinner, meeting random new friends, etc.
Spice market in Souq Hamadiya.
Sarah and I made friends with this man. We went into his store at least 3 times to haggle with him, and finally on the third time we bothered him enough that he brought down his prices on some pillowcases we were buying for our families.
This last picture portrays how Syria feels about Israel. This metal Israeli flag has been anchored to the ground in one of the main souqs in Damascus so everyday thousands of people walk over it as a sign of disrespect.
A) Can I borrow one of those grey robes? Thanks.
ReplyDeleteB) I am not pleased about that Israeli flag! Whhhat!?
C) These pictures make me very, very jealous. Please continue to take and post them!