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A Sweaty Border Crossing
I was sweating, but it wasn’t because I was wearing a pair of woollen socks given to me by a friend’s mother, motorcycle socks, thick thermal-ish tights from Turkey, pants, knee protectors, motorcycle pants, motorcycle boots, a bra, merino top, merino jersey, one pink jacket given to me in Iran, amour jacket, black water/wind proof jacket, motorcycle jacket and the…
Welcome to Syria
Was pretty much how we we greeted most of the time. “Welcome! Welcome!” I rate it was genuine as tourists are somewhat scarce these days. The only time we found it a bit contradictory was coming through the border when they were rummaging through all of our luggage looking for some sort of contraband. I can guarantee you that they…
Welcome to Syria
At the Syrian borders all the prats must be grouped together for the job of custom inspections. These guys basically empty all of your belongings onto a table and then go through them. About 4 or 5 prats do it simultaneously, which makes it difficult to keep an eye on your belongings. For my stuff special interest was paid…