We have been in Aleppo a day now. We crossed the border yesterday. The journey from Goreme took slightly longer than we anticipated: it was supposed to take twelve hours, but it ended up taking nigh on twenty-one. Suffice to say we were a little knackered by the time arrived. The border crossing was pretty smooth, if not a little mundane. We got chatting to some people on the bus, one guy was from Hamas and have never practised speaking English before to anyone. He was very excited that we could understand what he was saying. We had an interesting chat, which mainly involved lots of jocular gesticulation. He also bought us some Syrian coffee, which was like snorting a line of

Aleppo is a fantastic city. I love the Middle East and I love Arabic countries and culture. Predominately because it is so far removed from my own. It is so exotic and different. Everything is so busy and vibrant on the city's streets: Cars race everywhere. Taxis, trucks, and Services (minibus taxis) chase around motorbikes and carts beeping furiously. Cyclists dart in and out of the mayhem on the roads. Entire families ride by on motorbikes. Pedestrians wander through all of this carrying trays of tea and food, and selling wares. It is mesmorising mayhem.
Aleppo - known as Haleb in Arabic - vies with Damascus for being one of the oldest continually inhabited cities in the world. Whilst Damascus was the holy city, a beautiful oasis in the desert; Aleppo was a place of commerce. Trade always encourages settlements and there are records of civilisation existing here as far back as the 18th century BC. Unfortunately the Hittite Empire's

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