In the recondite nest of Montenegro
I am on the Boka Kotorska Bay, on top of a steep rise that allows me to dominate it while noticing its various inlets, the view is breathtaking. This stretch of water,
Hitchhiking at Phoenicians, in Byblos
“You just have to go down to the old car park by that shortcut, it is not very intuitive, but if you follow my instructions you can get to the bus station
From Hamra to the basterma of Bourj Hammoud
I once read an article about Hamra quarter, the magic venue of the Lebanese intellectual and cultural activity between 1960 and 1970. Hamra Street was equally known as the Champs Elysees of
Beirut across the Green Line
“Manouche?!” “How don’t you know it? It is a religion here in Lebanon.” That’s how the bartender exclaimed at Café Em Nazih within our Saifi hostel. “Manouche, and Fairouz in the morning”.
Dreaming Beirut
“By the way, my name is Hassan”. I wanted to land sitting by the window, as I hope to do every time I reach a new destination. So I had disturbed my