July 28, 2001 – Tripoli (Trablous) – Damascus |
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This morning
we are going together to Bcharré to see the famous cedars. We take a shared
taxi with two East Europeans. It takes us 1 hour to go there (3,000 LL). In the village,
the driver asks for 2,000 LL each to go to the cedars at 9 km. The
Australians and I decline the proposal. They decide to go to a museum and I
start climbing the road that leads to the cedars. I hope that a car will stop
to take me. The two other travelers accept the deal but they will pay for the
5 seats (10,000 LL). On the 9km of
the road only one little truck will stop to drive me for 1 km. And it is
around 11 am that I reach the forest The remains of
the forest is now protected in a park under the attention of the cedars’
friends foundation. Here everything is done to fully protect the cedars and
visitors must walk in alleys and all food and drinks are forbidden inside the
park. The visit is quick but the trees are really beautiful. It is har to
believe that this region was covered with these cedars. A program of
re-introducing the cedars in the landscape is under way. B’charré :
Cedar For the return
to Bcharre, I have the opportunity to test one more time the motorbike. I
really appreciate the trip without a big bag on the back and a great driver.
Thanks a lot for the ride! The taxi
leaves Bcharre with only 2 persons inside but I will only pay my seat and the
trip will seem to last forever because we stop a lot and ve make various
roads to finally reach Tripoli. I leave a message on the book at the pension
and I prepare myself for the departure. I talk ultimately with Helena and
wish them god speed for the rest of their trip. The bus
leaves on time and it doesn’t take the road to Beirut but the one to Tartus
in the north. Our crossing of the border is epic, a real pigsty. The scene in
front of me remember me movies scenes in Latin America where you have a
narrow road with forest on both sides and a lot of huts and vehicles
everywhere trying to pass through the borders. I have a little problem on the
Lebanese side because the official at the desk believes that I didn’t writ my
correct name because he sees a M instead of a N. So I try to explain that I
write my name with a N since I was a child. He laughs and stamped the
passport. Thanks ! The atmosphere is the same on the Syrian side but the
driver takes my passport in order to accelerate the move. I am one of the
first passengers to be welcomed in Syria and I take time to watch to a
splendid banderole where it is written: Welcome to Hassad Syria!! After a short
break on the highway to eat and drink something, we arrive at 8 pm in
Damascus. Now I know the city and it is with no problem that I find my way to
the Al Haramain hotel. But the manager tells me that the hotel is full and it
is also the same answers from the two other backpackers’ hotels in Damascus.
I try to check another hotel stated in my guidebook but it is too expensive
for me 35 USD, I could spend another two weeks in a cheap hotel for this
amount. So I come back to the Al Haramain asking to sleep even on the floor
because I am tired. The manager offers me to sleep on a seat in the patio. I
agree and I book a place on the roof for the next two nights. In the hotel,
I meet Gael, French from the same city of Saint Etienne. It is hard to
believe it and we have some acquaintances in common!! I also recognize the
three Polish that I met in Hama at the Cairo Hotel. We seat at talk for a
long time waiting for the water to come back around 2 am. |
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D10 :
Aleppo – San Simeon – Aleppo D11 :
Aleppo – Qalaat Al Saadin – Tartous (1)
(2) D12 :
Tartous – Krak des chevaliers – Beirut (1) (2) D15 :
Damascus – Maaloula – Damascus D17 :
Damascus – Bosra – Damascus D18 :
Damascus – Amman – Dead Sea – Amman |
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