November 18th
Although I could scarcely contain my joy this morning, the impossible seemed to happen: Mr pipe thwacker was up at 7am once more. You cannot even begin to imagine my elation when I heard those dulcet tones reverberating around my head like a jack-hammer.We checked out pretty early and went to grab some breakfast before heading off. I had one beady eye on the look-out for a guy with a hammer - I was planning on nailing his testicles to heavy oak table - but unfortunately I could not locate him to express my gratitude. We met another really genuine guy who helped us get some fresh food, and sat and chatted to us, and then came to the station to help us organise our trip and even paid for our taxi. We tried to reimburse him but he refused. He said he knew how it felt to be in a foreign country as he was stuck in the UK trying to get to a conference in Geneva last year and no-one would help him. People's capacity for kindness never ceases to amaze me. Interestingly enough the tourist police (you have to submit your passports at most bus stations here) seemed to know the hotel we had been staying at before we told them. Big bruvva is wotchin'!
We then headed to Palmyra. The journey took around 2 1/2 hours so we got into town around 2pm.
We checked into a cool and relaxing hotel which was very cheap. After trekking around in the east of Syria we decided we need to rest for a while so we kicked back and took it easy for the afternoon. We had some food and chilled out.
We discovered a great pancake house around the corner from our hotel, and proceeded to stuff our faces.
In the evening we went out for a beer and some food. We ended up playing cards with two kid
s in the local restaurant. They joined in and played memory with us, which they were shockingly 
good at; unlike the pair of us, who were bloody awful. I couldn't even remember that it was my go. We then played them at snap. I don't want to take the moral high ground here but I feel it must be noted that all of them cheated and lowered the tone of the game. I played by the book and lost with dignity; and I am a better man for it.. the bunch of fecking crooks. The place we were in served some mad Danish exported lager called Faxe and was 12%. Oh, the Syrian government has blocked Facebook and Blogspot as they do not want the Syrian youth corrupted and infiltrated by the Zionists. Mmmm...
Although I could scarcely contain my joy this morning, the impossible seemed to happen: Mr pipe thwacker was up at 7am once more. You cannot even begin to imagine my elation when I heard those dulcet tones reverberating around my head like a jack-hammer.We checked out pretty early and went to grab some breakfast before heading off. I had one beady eye on the look-out for a guy with a hammer - I was planning on nailing his testicles to heavy oak table - but unfortunately I could not locate him to express my gratitude. We met another really genuine guy who helped us get some fresh food, and sat and chatted to us, and then came to the station to help us organise our trip and even paid for our taxi. We tried to reimburse him but he refused. He said he knew how it felt to be in a foreign country as he was stuck in the UK trying to get to a conference in Geneva last year and no-one would help him. People's capacity for kindness never ceases to amaze me. Interestingly enough the tourist police (you have to submit your passports at most bus stations here) seemed to know the hotel we had been staying at before we told them. Big bruvva is wotchin'!
We then headed to Palmyra. The journey took around 2 1/2 hours so we got into town around 2pm.
We checked into a cool and relaxing hotel which was very cheap. After trekking around in the east of Syria we decided we need to rest for a while so we kicked back and took it easy for the afternoon. We had some food and chilled out.
We discovered a great pancake house around the corner from our hotel, and proceeded to stuff our faces.
In the evening we went out for a beer and some food. We ended up playing cards with two kid
s in the local restaurant. They joined in and played memory with us, which they were shockingly good at; unlike the pair of us, who were bloody awful. I couldn't even remember that it was my go. We then played them at snap. I don't want to take the moral high ground here but I feel it must be noted that all of them cheated and lowered the tone of the game. I played by the book and lost with dignity; and I am a better man for it.. the bunch of fecking crooks. The place we were in served some mad Danish exported lager called Faxe and was 12%. Oh, the Syrian government has blocked Facebook and Blogspot as they do not want the Syrian youth corrupted and infiltrated by the Zionists. Mmmm...
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