On the first leg of the journey to Istanbul, the bus journey from Damascus to Antakya was a little surreal. It was at least 30 mins late setting off and I think I was the only 'real' passenger on board. The other 'passengers' were there for other reasons. Let's just say that there were lots of strange things happening at the border with the duty free and they seemed to have an unusually big supply of nappies, tea and bread. A few extra passengers got on just before the Turkish border and then vanished into thin air as soon as we crossed into Turkey.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Leaving Syria
On the first leg of the journey to Istanbul, the bus journey from Damascus to Antakya was a little surreal. It was at least 30 mins late setting off and I think I was the only 'real' passenger on board. The other 'passengers' were there for other reasons. Let's just say that there were lots of strange things happening at the border with the duty free and they seemed to have an unusually big supply of nappies, tea and bread. A few extra passengers got on just before the Turkish border and then vanished into thin air as soon as we crossed into Turkey.
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