oh my, I dont think I have sweated so much merely just sitting down. the bus ride, albeit just 3-4 hours from damascus to beirut, was most stifling and stuffy. There werent any windows and the A/C was hardly blowing any air out. crossing the border was unexpectedly slow.

Im writing this from beirut, capital of Lebanon. I spent the past two hours walking from east to west, along the coast. compared to damascus, beirut can not be further removed. not only are some of the streets and architecture artifically european, gone are the head scarves and loose clothing. oh, and very obvious is how beuatiful the beirutians are.

After wandering around the city, Im not sure I want to stay in beirut tomorrow. I will probably make a day trip up to Tripoli, north of Beirut. its the second largest city in lebabnon and apparently famous for its souks and sweets. double nice.

byeee

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I feel a bit crap for writing such a short post.

last night, i was so mad. I was royally ripped off at this outdoor restaurant on Mt Kassion. I was having such a great time sitting outdoors with chai overlooking at the grand and dazzling lit city of damascus, until I asked for the bill. I swear ther owner plucked a number out of the air. i made a shocked face and but didnt make a fuss, merely handing the bills over. i regret that now. its not the amount im annoyed about, but the attitude some people have towards foreigners and their narrow minded thinking that all foreigners are rich. i should have argued the bill because now he probably thinks he can do this to all other tourists and thats not right. grr. i was so pissed off, i couldnt get to sleep. i regret also not taking down the name of the restaurant so I can write a letter to LP.

a random note. i brought a long-ish skirt earlier this evening. soo bad. need to stop these shopaholic tendancies.