Plane ride I am sitting next to a cute little toddler. Her mother plays Sound of Music on the portable DVD player for the entire 4 hour journey. ‘Doh a deer, a female deer…” After each song the little girl claps. Ah, a child after my own heart!!!
Question: why do passengers feel the need to clap when the plane lands???
In Beirut. Draw out cash. I am a millionaire!
I have read in the Lonely Planet that driving in Lebanon is where ‘anarchy rules’. Pick up the hire car. Neither or us have driven in the Middle East before. What can I say, but arrrghhhhh!!! So I am driving in a foreign country, no idea what the speed limit is, people beeping me, can’t read Arabic, no idea how to get to the hotel…. Until Rayhan randomly says, ‘turn right here’, and bingo we are at our hotel.
Check into our apartment, which has the largest balcony ever. Go to the local café next to us where we eat lots of steak humus, cheesy chips (??!!) and blissfully smoke Apple flavoured Hubbly Bubbly.
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