Traveling through Middle East

Traveling Through Middle East

It was time to leave Damascus, it was time to leave Syria.

Syria, a country that I have always daydreamed into while looking at maps as a kid is now someplace real to me. The fairy tale Neverland bubble of traveler dreams has now been pricked and popped by the pin of raw experience. It is fun to dream, but it is even more fun to live.

Only two more countries left before I have traveled this route through the Middle East. This journey was long awaited. I have wanted to travel through this region. It is funny when you get something that you have always anticipated – I am feeling that tingly feeling that comes when you know you have gotten what you wanted. The prized gift has been laid in my lap. It is still covered in wrapping paper, but I know what it is from its shape. The wrappings are half way off, and I a beginning to see what lays beneath.
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I have an impression of the Middle East, and a simple impression – a basic feel, a working knowledge, a scattering of memories – of a place and people is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for a traveler.

Now it is time to move on. I now have an impression of the Middle East, and it is time to again set up my next far flung horizon on the other side of the earth.

I am a chaser, and the fun is always found in the chase. It is now time to start daydreaming into the maps of another horizon.

Ice cream shop in the market of Damascus.

Vegetable peeler man given a demonstration in the streets of Damascus.

Nargila shop in Damascus.

Olive soap from Aleppo.

A brick of olive soap from Aleppo. This bar of soap is made from 90% olives and has been aged for 8 years.

Traveling Through Middle East