In making his way north through Syria, Andrew has seen the insides of far more crusader castles than hotels over the past few days.
On Friday morning Andrew set out by bicycle towards the Mediterranean, and was surprised to arrive in the coastal town of Baniyas and find it devoid of hotels. As luck would have it he came upon a Maronite priest, who had enough Christian hospitality to open the church for the night to a mad Englishman he found standing in spandex on the side of the road.
Saturday brought more castles and no better luck in finding rooms for rent. After a day spent struggling across a mountain range, Andrew wound up sans hotel in Apamea; he ended up staying as the guest of the family of a plastic flower salesman (with perfect English!) he had met along the way in Masyaf.
Today Andrew continued on to Aleppo (site of the citadel pictured above). Tomorrow, he bids farewell to Syria and crosses into Turkey. Destination: Antioch.
- Liz
On Friday morning Andrew set out by bicycle towards the Mediterranean, and was surprised to arrive in the coastal town of Baniyas and find it devoid of hotels. As luck would have it he came upon a Maronite priest, who had enough Christian hospitality to open the church for the night to a mad Englishman he found standing in spandex on the side of the road.
Saturday brought more castles and no better luck in finding rooms for rent. After a day spent struggling across a mountain range, Andrew wound up sans hotel in Apamea; he ended up staying as the guest of the family of a plastic flower salesman (with perfect English!) he had met along the way in Masyaf.
Today Andrew continued on to Aleppo (site of the citadel pictured above). Tomorrow, he bids farewell to Syria and crosses into Turkey. Destination: Antioch.
- Liz
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