Well… That’s it.
That’s the end of my journey through the ancient lands of David, Solomon, Christ, and Mohammed. From Istanbul, through to Damascus. From the Euphrates through the desert. From the Mediterranean to the Red Sea. From the Nabataen Jewel known as Petra, to the unparalleled Aya Sofia. From the desert wonders of Palmyra and Apamea, to the Natural beauty of hiking in Qadisha, and further into the quiet beauty of the Lycian way. I have made some fantastic friends. I’ve wandered through some of the oldest cities in the world, and wondered in some of the most sacred shrines known to man. I’ve – as much as I have tried not to - ridden camels. I have scaled mountains, and walked with Bedouins. I have leapt tall buildings, and I have conquered castles. I have cooked. I have sailed the high seas. I have smoked far too many Nargile, and fallen in love with sharwarmas. And Juices. And by God I've been ill.
I can’t really do this part of my trip justice in how I have recorded it. I know I have tried, but it has been a meager effort. I embarked on this journey planning to explore the silk trade routes. Instead I became, embroiled, and enchanted by the beauty, and cultural elegance of this area of the world. I don’t really want to leave. But I am going to have to. I am freezing, and my thermals are just a bit to hugging in the crotch to wear any more.
I don’t really think I’ve done much to represent this place properly in my blog. Mostly I have just waffled on and bored you half to death. But I hope you can glean what an amazing adventure it has been for me.
I originally had planned to head through Georgia and Armenia, into Iran. It’s just not the season to do this now, though. Like any good plan, it’s usually not that good. Instead I am going to take a flight to south west India. Where the sun is shining. Where the living is easy. It’s time to get break out my ray-bans, and stretch-out my speeedos.
Ma’as Salaama.
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