The Day I Drove a Train In Syria

The Day I Drove a Train In Syria

As the train pulled out of Aleppo Station bound for Latakia I settled back into my seat looked out of the window and watched as the suburbs gave way to countryside. I relaxed, looked round at the other passengers and began to enjoy the train ride. A young girl sitting opposite me kept glancing over at the strange foreigner sharing her journey. I smiled back at her and she pretended to read her newspaper.

The Carpet Seller of Marrakesh

The Carpet Seller of Marrakesh

The Carpet Seller of Marrakesh Walking to and from the hostel everyday on my way out to explore Marrakesh I would pass by many shopkeepers sitting outside their premises trying to attract trade from passers by. One of them would always give me a smile and say Hello...