Syria

March 2001

Taking in an ancient Arab story ... or five.

Happy in a field full of red poppies.

One of the many Roman ruins in Syria. I can't even remember which one this is. Looks quite nice though, eh?

Samson must have been one heck of a brute!

My boots fitted this young Arab kid perfectly. I could get his whole body inside my left Doctor Martin.

With new young friends at a Roman ruin (of course).

Crac de Chavaliers castle - a 12th century crusader castle, still in brilliant condition. The one Syrian ruin which isn't Roman!

Palmyra in the Sryian desert. After spending the day in the police station reporting my lost travel documents,
I had a total of half an hour to take in all of this Roman ruin...

... but instead I spent it having lunch and banging drums in the desert with this family. Mum is in the centre, the rest are her children.

Mum and the family Volvo.

On Straight street, Damascus, where the Apostle Paul waited while he was temporarily blinded (Acts 9:10).

Okiko and Yokiko, who brought my jeans from the roof-top of my hotel in Palmyra (where I left them) to Damascus for me. They were so cute! I could fit both of them into the left leg of my Levis.