Palmyra
It was a bus ride neither from nor to hell but it was a bus ride
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Damascus
Tyre, Lebanon
Only visited the old town and two archaelogy sites but liked it here.
Only visited the old town and two archaelogy sites but liked it here.
Beirut
I did not feel that comfortable taking photos of everything I saw here.
I did not feel that comfortable taking photos of everything I saw here.
Pamukkale
Initially a letdown, Pamukkale was pretty fine.
Initially a letdown, Pamukkale was pretty fine.
Efes
Efes is the beginning of more ruins that you can stand, and cats.
Efes is the beginning of more ruins that you can stand, and cats.
Cappadocia
We thought it would be cold but it wasn't that cold
We thought it would be cold but it wasn't that cold
Istanbul
I remember Istanbul like it was either two days ago or one month ago
I remember Istanbul like it was either two days ago or one month ago
Travel29
I bought this app for my IPod that stimulates brainwaves and aids relaxation by playing a combination of sounds overlapping each other. The one sound is natural or a facsimile of natural and is the bubbling brook or light rain or rain with thunder or waves gently crashing onto a shore. The second sound is an electronic hum and the result of hearing both these sounds at once which are massaging your brain in some way I do not understand is that you can ostensibly reach a deeper state of relaxation than you can without the aide.
As far as I know the app's real main purpose may be to brainwash me into buying more Apple products or Cheetoes or Milky Ways. It has at least as a white noise machine aided me into sleep a couple of times.
But here in Byblos, in this room anyhow, the machine is on all day. The waves are lapping the pebbled shore and the mechanics of the building, the room's small refrigerator compressor or the hot water heater kicking on act as the electronic hum. So that last night while deciding where to go and eat we both Bernadette and I went into some kind of trance which disallowed us from ever leaving the room at all. Instead we watched a couple of movies and fell asleep suffering only mildly the pangs of hunger.
This morning the waves are lapping still. But as a pretty desirable breakfast can be had just four floors below I think we will get quickly to our much needed food whether still in a deep hypnotized state or not. And yet the breakfast room also overlooks the water and those constant gently slowly rushing waves.
I bought this app for my IPod that stimulates brainwaves and aids relaxation by playing a combination of sounds overlapping each other. The one sound is natural or a facsimile of natural and is the bubbling brook or light rain or rain with thunder or waves gently crashing onto a shore. The second sound is an electronic hum and the result of hearing both these sounds at once which are massaging your brain in some way I do not understand is that you can ostensibly reach a deeper state of relaxation than you can without the aide.
As far as I know the app's real main purpose may be to brainwash me into buying more Apple products or Cheetoes or Milky Ways. It has at least as a white noise machine aided me into sleep a couple of times.
But here in Byblos, in this room anyhow, the machine is on all day. The waves are lapping the pebbled shore and the mechanics of the building, the room's small refrigerator compressor or the hot water heater kicking on act as the electronic hum. So that last night while deciding where to go and eat we both Bernadette and I went into some kind of trance which disallowed us from ever leaving the room at all. Instead we watched a couple of movies and fell asleep suffering only mildly the pangs of hunger.
This morning the waves are lapping still. But as a pretty desirable breakfast can be had just four floors below I think we will get quickly to our much needed food whether still in a deep hypnotized state or not. And yet the breakfast room also overlooks the water and those constant gently slowly rushing waves.
Travel27-2
But in the end despite not having enough time to really understand anything significant about Tripoli and some getting lost exposure to a type of ghetto with no particularly scary people but rather a landscape like a combination of several of my worst nightmares, I am rather drawn to Tripoli and Lebanon in general inasmuch as my limited experience will allow. We are in Byblos now, not too much grit here but a pretty fine sweeping view of the Mediterranean from our room. However, the roadblock on the highway between Tripoli and Byblos with it's serpentine of oversized metal jacks-like obstructions, which our cab driver was summarily waved through, tempers somewhat any purely romantic notions you may be able to have about this place. Still, I really do love it here, despite my inclination for criticism.
But in the end despite not having enough time to really understand anything significant about Tripoli and some getting lost exposure to a type of ghetto with no particularly scary people but rather a landscape like a combination of several of my worst nightmares, I am rather drawn to Tripoli and Lebanon in general inasmuch as my limited experience will allow. We are in Byblos now, not too much grit here but a pretty fine sweeping view of the Mediterranean from our room. However, the roadblock on the highway between Tripoli and Byblos with it's serpentine of oversized metal jacks-like obstructions, which our cab driver was summarily waved through, tempers somewhat any purely romantic notions you may be able to have about this place. Still, I really do love it here, despite my inclination for criticism.