Hi all.  I’m sitting in an internet cafe in Mumbai, melting a bit from the heat.  India is like a dream after the Middle East, even though I have only seen Mumbai so far.  Still, I am loving all the lush tropical vegetation (in the city!), the ability to wear t-shirts in public and the lack of armed soldiers.   India feels like a liberal heaven after the Middle East.

I’m a little overwhelmed at how behind I am (it’s been four countries since I last posted, eep!), so I’m just going to give you a rundown of the highlights of the Middle East:

LEBANON

Colleen and I decided to go to Lebanon on a whim after speaking to two British guys in Damascus who had just been there.  Lebanon is highly unstable right now, with the president still undetermined after almost a year and a half since the elections.  Hezbollah is a vivid presence (not only a terrorist organization as portrayed in western media, but also one of the most powerful political parties in Lebanon) and you do have to be careful about where you go in the country.  That said, Beirut is a fantastic city on the Mediterranean that shouldn’t be missed.  However, it’s EXPENSIVE.  We suffered total sticker shock after coming from Syria.  The prices may well be the same as the United States. 

Amid crumbling, bombed out buildings that have not been rebuilt since the civil war ended in 1990 and the war with Israel in 2006, you also see shiny highrises, fancy boutiques and luxury vehicles everywhere.  The Lebanese have a reputation for being the party animals (and craziest drivers) of the Middle East, and from what we saw it did not disappoint.  Genmayze is the main drinking street with over 80 bars, a shocking sight in the Middle East.  With all the high-maintenance women and sleek cars, it may well have been Los Angeles or Miami.  With a high percentage of Christians and French-speaking people, Lebanon has a completely different feel from the rest of the Middle East.  And while I admire the Lebanese spirit of “let’s party because we don’t know what will happen tomorrow!”, it is jarring to have a few beers in a bar and leave the building to find a giant tank and armed soldiers stationed directly outside.  Also, several parts of the city are eerily deserted as many Lebanese have left in anticipation of another civil war, and there are parts of Beirut that are totally off-limits (unless you fancy a Hezbollah checkpoint).

 Due to the current political instability, politics reigns as THE number one point of discussion.  It was fascinating to talk to people from different backgrounds about their political views - Muslims who support Hezbollah, Muslims who don’t, Greek Orthodox Christians who distrust all the Arabs in power, etc etc.  We also visited a Palestinian refugee camp in Beirut along with two Czech girls from our hostel.  The Palestinian woman who showed us around spoke almost perfect English and didn’t blink an eye when we told her we were American.  She led us through the camp, a labyrinth of concrete and filth with a tangled web of electrical wires hovering above us everywhere.  The camp was designed for 3,000, but currently houses 18,000.  It was by far the poorest place I saw in the Middle East.  One of the Czech girls commented on how much it reminded her of the slums in Mumbai.  We helped cover some books at the school library and played with the kids for a bit before heading back to our part of town.

ISRAEL

Crossing over to Israel from Jordan was the biggest ordeal in border crossings Colleen and I have experienced so far.  Most border crossings in the Middle East are a breeze – the officials take a perfunctory look at your luggage, stamp your passport, and wave you off.   It usually takes about half an hour max.  The Jordan/Israel border was much more like passing through security in an American airport – officials barking directions at you as you pass through multiple physical security checks and generally making you feel like a criminal.  But as “friendly” as they were towards the foreigners, the Palestinians had it noticeably worse.

Colleen and I were stopped at passport control and made to wait, ostensibly because we had visited Syria (twice).  We had anticipated this, and after two hours a border official came out with a slew of questions for us – “Why did you go to Syria?” “Tourism.” “Why?” “Um, because we wanted to see Damascus.” “Do you know any Syrians?” “No.” “Why did you go twice?” “We had to pass back through after Lebanon.” “Why did you go to Lebanon?” etc. etc.  After many more seemingly irrelevant questions such as ”How do you two know each other?” she called my friend in Jerusalem to verify that we were indeed staying with him and let us pass.  I should mention here that the rest of the country is also extremely tight with security – metal detectors everywhere, from the bus station to the local supermarket.  Soldiers with guns are sighted at almost every turn.  Normally this would have affected me quite a bit, but after Colombia and the rest of the Middle East I hardly noticed it.

As much as Lebanon was a shock to us, Israel seemed COMPLETELY western and developed.  The streets were lined with trees (in the desert, just like LA!), roads were perfectly paved, buses and bathrooms very clean.  It was interesting to see that all the street signs were in Hebrew, Arabic and English (as opposed to just Arabic as we were used to).  Jerusalem was the only place in the Middle East where we saw throngs of American tourist groups, not exactly a welcome sight.  After the tenth conversation or so we overhead consisting of, “Oh jeepers honey, I think Jesus was buried in there!” we saw a few of the sights very quickly and got the hell out of there.  Since we happened to be there for Easter it was particularly crowded, and therefore kind of annoying and exhausting.

Jerusalem has a beautiful old city that is like a much more touristy version of Damascus.  So many of significant religious sites are revered by Jews, Muslims and Christians alike, for different reasons.  It’s another disheartening example of how difficult it is to find any sense of fairness in “dividing” the territory in this region, or how you can ask any of these groups to give anything up.  Jerusalem itself is also divided into different districts, mostly according to religion.

We stayed with my friend Guy during our five days in Israel.  I met Guy while traveling in Southeast Asia in 2004, so it was great to see him again.  He and his friends were an interesting bunch – an amalgamation of anarchist, post-zionist, communist, hippie, pacifist metalhead types (not your typical Israelis) which provided lots of fodder for interesting conversation.  Almost everyone we met pumped us for information about what Syria and Lebanon were like.  It was very sad actually, to see how curious they were since they will probably never be able to go there in their lifetimes.

We happened to be in Israel for Purim, a Jewish holiday that appeared to be just a drunk Halloween.  We went out that night in Jerusalem and saw lots of Israelis stumbling around in entertaining costumes.  Many of them were fittingly Middle-Eastern: lots of Ottoman-era outfits, people dressed as Jesus, Arabs, but also clowns, cross-dressers, witches, fairies, etc.  I think my favorite was a guy dressed as an Israeli hippie girl.

Guy also took us to a sunrise music festival near the Dead Sea, which was glorious.  We drove out right before dawn and caught a spectacular sunrise and some amazing desert scenery.  The Dead Sea was a really unique color and texture – very glassy, smooth and light blue.  It’s freakishly calm and looks like it has an oily film on top.  I know that sounds gross but it looked really beautiful and shimmery.  However, I didn’t go in that time (we went on the Jordan side a few days later).

We spent just a day in Tel Aviv, another laidback Middle-Eastern Mediterranean city.  This city, however, was filled with cute boutiques, cafes, attractive beach-goers, adorable gay men and a lovely beach.  It reminded me of San Francisco (and Los Angeles).

After four or five days in Israel, we returned to Amman to see the sights in Jordan with Giacomo for a week before flying out to India.  This keyboard is sticky so I am going to save Jordan and the beginning of India for my next post.  Ciao!

Hi all! I’m sitting in an internet cafe in Damascus, in a building that’s probably about a thousand years old.  Let me backtrack a bit…

After Istanbul Colleen and I flew to Amman, Jordan. We were the only tourists on our flight except for two Japanese travelers who were in transit. Following the Lonely Planet recommendation, we stayed at the Palace Hotel, a dingy but clean hotel (there are no hostels in Amman) with really friendly staff. Men from various Middle Eastern countries chain smoked as they watched Al-Jazeera coverage of the Democratic primaries in the US. We chatted with Nick the lone backpacker, an Arabic-speaking Brit who was studying in Cairo, and ended up going out to a tea house for some nargileh (hookah), tea and backgammon with two other Brits he had met the night before. James and Oli were 18 and teaching English and music at a school in Amman. I have never met such well traveled 18 year olds before, but Oli had been to Afghanistan and rural Pakistan, which was fascinating to hear about. Conversations in Middle East often swirl around two main topics (with both locals and travelers) – religion and politics. I am happy to discuss both at length and really interested in what others have to say about these issues.

Colleen and I only spent two days in Amman, not really seeing sights but taking care of errand-y things. Amman isn’t particularly beautiful or glamorous, but it has great energy and just feels like a “real” city where people live and work. We went to Mecca Mall (love the name), a flashy mall on the edge of Amman where I bought contact lenses and almost everyone spoke English. I had a lovely massage at a Turkish bath and spent a few hours in a great little gallery/cafe, chatting with the elderly owner who had exhibited his paintings all over the world.   People in Jordan and Syria are almost unfailingly polite and respectful, a really welcome change after Turkey. Syria receives even fewer tourists, so the reception from locals is even more enthusiastic.

Colleen and I took a shared taxi from Amman to Damascus (3 hours, about $13) and stopped at the border along the way. We had obtained our visas for Syria in the US and had no problems going through border control, which we later discovered was highly unusual. Most Americans apparently are hassled and made to wait for hours as phone calls to the American embassy are made and papers are shuffled around. Luckily it only took us a few minutes and we rejoined our taxi companions – a jovial elderly Jordanian man who spoke a few words of English and Khalid, a 24 year old Iraqi-born Syrian who spoke absolutely no English. After engaging in some rudimentary conversation with the six words of Arabic we know, we showed Khalid photos from our trip as he continuously offered his Marlboro Reds to us. I cannot emphasize enough how welcoming Syrians have been during our time here so far. Most are simply curious as to why we are here, and even children can say “Welcome to Syria!!!” before learning anything else in English. Shopkeepers never hassle us, but simply engage us in friendly conversation. Syrians are supposed to be even friendlier in more rural areas, which I’m looking forward to seeing.

We arrived in Damascus as the sun was setting, bathing the grey, boxy brick buildings of the city in a gorgeous soft orange light.  Sunsets in the Middle East are impossibly exotic and I don’t know why – maybe it’s the dust, the sandy hills, who knows.  A bustling city of 5 million, Damascus is the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world. It’s also a city full of immigrants from other parts of the Middle East – Saudia Arabia, Iraq, Iran, Palestine, etc. Syrian women in Damascus tend to be very cosmopolitan, shunning hijab (the headscarf) for tight jeans, form-fitting sweaters and loads of makeup. We were told by Abdullah, the receptionist at our hostel, that the women in chador (full black coverup, but not as covered up as a burqa) are immigrants from Iran or Saudi Arabia, much more conservative Arab countries. The men’s fashion vacillates between Lawrence of Arabia and That 70s Show. Again, those with head coverings tend to be immigrants, but Syrian men love their bell bottoms, tight trousers, turtlenecks under flannel shirts and shiny dress shoes. The men’s fashion, along with the vintage Mercedes and ever-present 70’s era furniture give this place a distinctly dated feel. I’m totally tickled by it.

Yesterday Colleen and I wandered around the walled old city, an area where most buildings are well over a thousand years old. We were approached by three Syrian university students at the Umayyad Mosque who asked if they could take our picture and ended up giving us a tour of the entire building. A group of giggly high school girls who spoke no English approached me at the second mosque, gave me candy, took photos with me as we attempted to communicate solely through body language. Sitting in the courtyard of a mosque is a great way to observe local life.  I was playing with a toddler who had run up to me when her mother came up to us, clad in full chador. I thought she was going to take her child away, but instead she picked up her toddler and asked her to give me a kiss on the cheek. Adorable, and smiles all around.

Today is Colleen’s birthday, so we are going to check out a nightclub in Damascus… should be interesting! Tomorrow we are headed across the border to Beirut, Lebanon, only 84km away. With the current political situation, the border is going to be a bitch. We weren’t planning to visit Lebanon on this trip because of time constraints, but after chatting with some Brits we met yesterday who had just returned from Beirut, we can’t resist. Yes, the country is unstable, they are sort of gearing up for war and Beirut is full of Hezbollah operatives, but it sounds too fascinating to pass up and is apparently still ok for travel (for now). Beirut was once the “Paris of the Middle East” and is renowned as having the best food in the region, so we’ll be on our way!