It's the early afternoon and I'm in a dusty internet cafe, cloaked in the smoke of a dozen Arab gentlemen all sitting around sipping tea. Boyfriend is tucked away in our hotel watching B-grade Hollywood movies having officially called it a day, in Damascus.More mosques, more rubbled remains of 'great walls' and another grand bazaar... Damascus, our last stop in Syria, hasn't exactly wowed us. True, the ice cream rolled in pumpkin seeds served at Bakdash ice creamery in the Al Hamidiyeh Souq was lovely (if not a little gelatinous in texture) but apart from those, we're starting to see a sad trend of 'same-old, same-old' when it comes to Middle Eastern menus.
Usually a huge fan of kebabs, falafels and the like, Boyfriend today announced that if he has to eat one more falafel sandwich he'll dry reech. Just over halfway through our trip, I'm hoping he's exaggerating. Although I think his negative attitude has more to do with the fact we've had more money stolen - this time from my wallet which was inside our last hotel's safe...At the rate we're hemorrhaging money I'm thankful at least our flights home our paid for!
Note: Bakdash ice cream pics thanks to Flickr.com
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