I didn’t sleep through every major festival in Cusco. The feast of Corpus Christi celebrates the body of Christ and events are held around the world by some Catholic, Anglican and Lutheran Churches.
Photographs of Butrint, a ruined Greek, Roman and Byzantine city in Albania.
Once we crossed over the Tigris in to Turkey we were on the final leg home. Though we knew it is a beautiful country Turkey surprised us. We have lived here for four years but, having only seen the Aegean coast, a few towns in the west of the country and Istanbul, we didn’t understand quite how varied the landscape can be.
Laying slap bang in the way of getting to Turkey, we needed to cross Syria to get home but when we turned up at the border Syria said no and turned me away. We had to decide what to do next. The temptation was to turn around and head back to Egypt and take the once in a lifetime opportunity to have the Pyramids and the rest of Egypt’s historical assets to ourselves. Then we remembered the country we bumped when planning our route. We flew to Beirut.
Now we are back we are attempting to wean ourselves away from writing solely about our recent adventures. However, for the rest of this month though I’m taking a last chance to indulge ourselves and show some pictures of our travels. I learnt a long time ago our friends ain’t interested but the advantage of having a website is I can force them on to you.
Our home town in Turkey is very much a package tourism destination. Young families and the retired from the UK come to lie on the beach in the mornings and afternoons and drink in the bars and clubs in the evening.
Bordering Israeli and with its own multi fragmented political scene, it should come as no surprise that the most politicised street art I have noticed was found in Beirut.
Twice a day Saturday to Thursday the Romans come to the Jordanian town of Jerash. There they demonstrate their soldierly skills, stage a gladiator fight, and race their chariots around the former Empire’s smallest Hippodrome.
Despite spawning urban souls for longer than almost anywhere on our planet, a sightseeing tour of Erbil, Iraq, will take in a few average mosques, a couple of nice parks and a busted minaret. On only one attraction can Erbil compete and compete well: the Citadel.
Having lost my Indiana Jones hat in a drunken incident it was bare headed and with my girlfriend and not my Dad that I rounded the end of the Siq and caught that first memorable glimpse of the Treasury.