Every two years work on The Working Traveller slows down as I focus my attention on the festival of football playing out on the TV.
Okay, here’s the game. Round up as many other travellers as you can and race around Beirut trying to spot or experience all of the following. The first one to get a row of all six wins.
A photo of Tripoli, Lebanon.
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.
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.
With one of us from Belfast way we know how a repuatation can stick but, far from a war weary city, Beirut is making efforts to regain its Paris of the East tag. And like Terry Waite, Brian Keenan and John McCarthy we stayed longer than intended.
Though cheap food is easily found alongside more expensive eating options, budget accommodation is limited. For this reason, compared to some other countries in the region, Lebanon is not a budget destination.
Three Photos of Beirut, Lebanon.
Nearly three months ago when we began our slow meander from visiting our families in the UK to our home in Turkey (a few miles away from the Meander river, origin of the word) I knew our plans would, somewhere, change.