Friday Photo Essay: Lebanon Flowers
In spring and summer Lebanon flowers. The countryside bursts into bloom. There are flowers in the ruins, flowers on the razorwire, flowers in the souks…...
In spring and summer Lebanon flowers. The countryside bursts into bloom. There are flowers in the ruins, flowers on the razorwire, flowers in the souks…...
A spectacularly family-unfriendly post, I’m afraid, dear readers: here’s one on a Chinese supermarket and another on a very bad road in Indonesia. Younger readers,...
Driving in Lebanon can be, well, challenging for folk who are used to driving in places with road rules. The Lebanese drive with a verve,...
Given the chap with the moustache has offered intensive, and, further, only discreetly amused assistance in my parking fiasco, I feel we should eat in...
“Where does the motorway end?” I say, for the third time. I mean, clearly the motorway HAS ended. I’ve just driven through a checkpoint manned...
One of many things that makes the Middle East worthwhile is the sense that you’re walking in history, amid names and places that are embedded...
We wind our way up, and up, and up, along a narrow road through stark and beautiful moutains in the hinterlands of South Lebanon, within...
For sheer insanity and awe-inspiring self-belief, Moussa Castle has to rank pretty high in the fields of all human endeavour. It’s like a peculiarly Lebanese...
Up in the Chouf, the mountains that are home to Lebanon’s biggest nature reserve, a whirl of cedars, cypresses, golden broom and wildflowers, we make...
I fell a little bit in love with Byblos Old Town. But the ruins of the ancient city — some of them dating back six...