Updated: Mar 31, 2019
Hama: nailed on
I had a short stop in Hama next. The town itself is pleasant enough, but I had stopped mainly as it made a convenient break on the way south. The town is famous for its 'norias', or water-wheels, and for this one thing alone it is surely worth a visit. These magnificent wooden constructions are said to be the largest - and oldest - water wheels in the world (said to date from Byzantine times). Used for raising water from the river for drinking and irrigation purposes, there were originally twelve of these wooden behemoths, but only two survive as functioning water wheels today. Just watching them is quite hypnotizing, and the very odd sound that is created by the whole process is quite unlike any other I've heard - a strangely haunting, creaking, echoing effect that can be heard across the city. Having a meal in a restaurant sat opposite these wheels that evening was a memorable and atmospheric experience.
Sarouj - Beehive houses
An excursion I did from Hama took me to some traditional 'bee-hive houses' nearby. In order to get there I was forced to push the boat out (or so I thought) and hire a driver, since tourist facilities and organized trips didn't really abound. I was found one by my friendly English-speaking hostel receptionist, and it surpassed all expectations. A gleaming white Pontiac Eight pulled up outside my humble abode and a grinning guy in with a head cloth jumped out, shook my hand and told me to get in. Which I did of course, gladly. I negotiated the price for a four hour trip before doing so: $20 was the agreed price. Syria, like Cuba, seems to be full of old classic cars,many American, dating from the 50's or 60's, and this was not really a rarity. Why this is so I never found out, but it was a strange and delightful quirk of the country. We arrived at a small village called Sarouj after a pleasant drive along completely deserted roads. It was quite a weird sight: a living community made up of little mud conical-shaped constructions that wouldn't have looked out of place in Star Wars. Known as 'beehive houses', these traditional homes are constructed from dirt, mud, straw and stone in a rounded conical shape. These attractive homes are a common sight in the arid countryside east of Hama. Built connected to each other around a central courtyard, they are designed to keep cool in the summer and warm in the winter. While these days most of them are only used for storage purposes, some are still lived in by the poorest families, and though basic, would have the advantage of providing a cool abode during the boiling summer months. On the way back to Aleppo, we came across a totally empty and ruined castle called Ben Worden. Another castle dating from the Crusader era, it was mostly in ruins, but wondering around it in the glowing red of the setting sun was special, with nothing but the occasional lizard scuttling by for company.
Ramadan started around this time. This affects you as a tourist indirectly, in the sense that you are not always able to eat when and where you would like - a lot of restaurants are closed during daylight hours - and also, public transport becomes very difficult or even non-existent after sunset, as everyone goes to madly stuff their faces or quench their thirst. Ramadan is a real test of one's faith, I would say. I can imagine refraining from eating during the day - it's actually not that difficult if you stuff yourself at night (which the devout do); but not being able to drink when the temperatures are pushing 40 degrees must be maddening. The result is that people really don't do very much doing the day - and certainly nothing active which would induce a thirst - so you get things even more to yourself. It is quite amazing to watch people come 7pm - shops are left unattended, cab drivers flee their cars, leaving their passengers still in their seats, and people gather in homes and restaurants to feast and guzzle on endless courses of food to sate their hunger and slake their thirst. It is said that there are more fights, divorces and murders at this time of year than any other in the Arabic world - hardly surprising, really. Even lighting up a cigarette during daylight hours can induce ire on occasion, so you have to tread carefully where and when you eat and drink.
Apamea & Palmyra: deserted beauty
I went to Apamea and Palmyra, two stunning Roman sights that are near the top of the 'things not to miss in Syria' list. Apamea first, about 50km distant from Hama. I caught a bus from Hama, and was dropped off near the ruins - no one appeared to be about (a recurring theme) I had the entire site to myself. No ticket booths, no lines. The only sign of life was the distant village a couple of kilometres away, and a solo goat herder with his goats on the scrubby grass fields. I had the entire Roman ruin as my personal playground. Apamea has one of the longest and most well-preserved avenues I've seen anywhere - it's full length is 2km, and it is collonaded for long stretches of that. It was a true find and one of the great highlights of Syria for me. Searing heat made it extremely fatiguing to walk round, but it was worth the effort. I doubt there is another Roman ruin in the world which is so well-preserved and so utterly devoid of tourists - maybe only in Libya or Algeria. I happily tramped around the ruins for an hour before the heat got the better of me and I headed to the village to try to find a bus back to town - not an easy task. An organized trip might have been a good plan, if there was such a thing, which is doubtful. Palmyra, my next stop, is the largest and most complete Roman city I've ever been to, along with Ephesus and perhaps Hierapolis in Turkey. It's in the middle of the Syrian desert, and so one of the hottest places you can imagine sight-seeing. You are advised to start early, even in mid-September; the temperature was in the low 30's by 11am. I was glad I did. Palmyra is a massive site, and takes at least two to three hours to look around thoroughly, and it's massively draining in mid September. I was astonished by some of the mostly intact intricate monumental arches, avenues and columns which made the city look like it could have existed only a couple of hundred years ago rather than the 3000 plus it did in reality. The crowning glory of the place was a huge amphitheatre, with a beautiful backdrop of the Palmyran mountain range. It really must have been quite a special place when this Silk Road city was in its pomp. Although the site wasn't totally free of tourists like Apamea had been, there were only a trickle. One of the funniest sights of the trip was watching a French woman trying to grapple with an errant camel near the amphitheatre - she spent ten minutes squealing and screaming in French as its owner battled manfully to get the disobedient creature to heel - before it obstinately sat down in the collapsible-table manner that camels do and refused to budge. Note to self: never be tempted to ride a camel. Still, it would have saved a bit of energy - walking around there was incredibly sapping and my 1.5 litre bottle of water disappeared within half an hour. By 12.30, I was so tired and thirsty after traipsing around the theatre, sacrificial temple of Ba'al and agora that it was all I could do to stumble into a garden-cafe by a pool and slump down for the next hour. A taxi drive to the nearby citadel above Palmyra affords stunning sunset views over the ruins and surrounding desert. It was indeed, an unmissable sight. Shame that the surrounding town (Tadmur), as so often with tourist magnets like this, was so scruffy and uninteresting - and full of annoying touts trying to sell overpriced tat.
The 'road to Damascus' moment
My last stop in Syria - and arguably the best and most interesting - was the capital, Damascus. All roads, as they say, eventually lead to it, and Moses is said to have looked down on the city from the surrounding hills and refused to enter, insisting that he only wanted to see heaven once - when he died. While I wouldn't go so far as to say that Damascus is heavenly in its beauty, it is definitely one of the great cities of the Middle East - more important than Aleppo, more historic than Beirut or Amman and more serene than Jerusalem - it might just be my favourite city on the trip. My first stop in the city on arriving late in the evening and checking into a cheap but decent hotel close to the old city was an ice cream shop called 'Bakdash'. This place had been given such a glowing write-up, and I'd heard so much about it from other travellers, that I had to head there to sample the legendary creamy vanilla ice that is made on the premises and has been for over a hundred and twenty years. Located just inside the city walls, on the main drag in the souq, the place was packed as I walked in and was pointed to a queue to buy a token for a cone. Priced at reasonable 50 syrian pounds a for a large scoop - 40p - I purchased and sat down on a long crowded table to enjoy my pistachio-topped delights. It was indeed worth the reputation it had - it had a faint flavour of almond or rice pudding and was very creamy. Utterly delicious. I went back for two more. Ok, so the nightlife of the city wasn't up to much, but you've got to get your kicks somewhere.
Damascus old city, as I discovered the next day, is a veritable warren of streets leading in every direction; its fabled fields and orchards may have been replaced by urban sprawl, but there is still plenty of magi