At land border crossings, there is always a little desperation (not all in the queue of hopefuls will pass), a great deal of filth (usually spewn and thrown from the convoys of tailbacked semis), and a fair amount of unscrupulousness (to be found in any ill-considered transaction with the money changing sharks circling the checkpoints). The Lebanese - Syrian border was no exception. I was pleased, however, to have the one-month visa stamped in my passport at no charge. Other than the free visa, my introduction to Lebanon was rather grim, with by far the worst stretch of road that I have seen since starting in Portugal last June. This was followed by a series of depressingly squalid Palestinian refugee camps that lined the highway. That sounds a bit like the imperialist traveller, doesn't it? Like, "Curse those refugees for spoiling my holiday merry-making!" In Tripoli I recovered from some food poisoning that I picked up in Syria - I'm very glad to have packed some powerful, fast-acting antibiotics in the medical kit. Wandering around the souq in Tripoli, a little kid wanted to try my camera, and he ended up taking a photo of these lettuce vendors, which I think is the best photo in the Lebanon album. (3/26/05)
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Lettuce Vendors, Souq |