Unfinished SYRIA AND JORDAN PRACTICAL Steve Dow, United Kingdom Saturday began our journey is not very good. In fact, this was undoubtedly the worst start. We were all a little concerned that my mother-in-law was hospitalized with a broken pelvis, and my wife is, understandably, could not say for sure whether she can leave her. So I packed things in a certain atmosphere of uncertainty. Then when I tried to weigh the suitcase with hand weights, all 17 kg, enclosed in its plastic wrap, I just collapsed on the leg. At first I thought it broke his toe, and I'd have to go to the hospital. This meant that the plane I did not have time. Then I thought: "Ah! It hurts, it is! "And then I thought:" I think I'll lose my mind. " I did not lose consciousness, and after 15 minutes of hopping on one foot and swearing, I continued to pack things. I also made a photocopy of the passport, which, according to my friends, you need to let me in Syria. Talkative taxi driver dropped us off at the airport and we headed to the register where the friendly representative of our travel agent - "Voyadzh Jules Verne" - have helped us, the elderly, to deal with the new screens with which you can self-register. Only needed a passport. So simple. In general, I discovered our true travel bag, which is regularly served us during all our trips, and - can you believe it? - There was only one passport. For two of us. A moment later I realized that my passport was at home, in a copier. In just 45 minutes. I had a bad feeling. I asked the representative of the travel agency will approach a photocopy of my passport, but she only shook his head sadly. The situation was obviously not a pleasant one. Finally, good luck to us smile. Our salvation became the best neighbors in the world! We phoned them, they immediately took advantage of a spare key to get into our house, where he was found passport (photocopy, of course). Then they carried him to us at Heathrow Airport. In the meantime, we decided to dine at the cafe. I must confess that I was nervous about the procedure and could not relax until my passport was in my hands. And what if they get stuck in traffic? What if they break the machine? Although there is no such place can not have them because Honda. We ordered dinner, but the order did not carry us all. It was 30 minutes, the meal was not served. Soon, the waiter admitted that he had lost our order (I wonder how it is possible to lose between the hall and cafe cuisine?), And we had nothing prepared. This, of course, was the apogee of our misfortune. Les satellite terelok But from this moment the situation began to improve. Our good neighbors came and brought my passport, we quickly signed up and took seats in business class cabin, where we were greeted with champagne. World suddenly became much more welcoming. At the Damascus airport we were met by our Syrian guide, which are urgently needed our passports. After I lost my passport, and then he worked so hard to get it back, I had no great desire to part with it, but it should have been done to me was allowed entry into Syria. There was no choice. At the Damascus airport was not looking at that, so we had to concede. I had a lot of stereotypes about Syria. Americans call it the "rogue state" (although it seems that any country that does not share fully the American way of thinking, may become for the White House "outcast"), except that the U.S. imposed economic sanctions against Syria. Such a step States went because the Hamas movement, which considers Syria a legitimate way to confront the Israeli pressure, feels at home here. (Hamas - the Islamist political movement, recognized in some countries, a terrorist organization, ca. Perevi.) In addition, Syria simpatiziruetIranu. Interestingly, feel we, as Westerners hate speech on the streets? Will we see a country with strict Islamic rule, the oppressed women in traditional dresses and men in Arab shirts - dishdashah? Can you please here in prison, only one thought about the beer? And here is oppressing Christians? The streets of Damascus during our visit the city at night, the view from the window seemed familiar. The first floors of houses were occupied mostly small shops, which sell food, household goods, fruit and roasted meat. Almost next to each of the store were two or three men who are about something said and watched what was happening. It seems that in order to open a small shop in Syria, always need the master of the shop and another person that the owner was someone to talk to. Even shopping at an expensive hotel to work on the same principle. All the outlets were covered with bright light neon lights. Around the same thing we've seen in other Middle East countries. Colorful Damascus We arrived at the 5-star Sheraton, which is located on a hill outside of Damascus, and our preconceived notion of a conservative Islamic society has undergone the first serious test. In the lobby we were greeted by a large poster with a picture of big tits belly dancers, as well as a small group of giggling girls in tight pants and small tops, who came to the hotel for some sort of family party. We also learned that alcohol can be freely ordered at the bar (though not quite "freely" because the bartender still had to search). Even more, we were delighted when they learned that the hotel has free wireless internet access. Yeah, sure, it's just not the closed, conservative country, which we expect to see! Read more:
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