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Damascus, Dimashq, Syria
March 27, 2006
Well to be honest, they were a bit on the shabby side. The rooms were gloomy and the whole place could have done with a lick of paint. At night the courtyard bar/restaurant area was heaving with mosquitoes, as were all the showers and toilets. It’s also one of the few places in town that sells beer, so it is busy with non-residents in the evenings, making it impossible to get a table at which to eat. If you wait until later, you run the risk of a severely limited menu involving cous-cous or they’ve run out of everything. The service is really friendly, really slow, and quite often very forgetful.
The majority of clients appear to be tour groups, which involves a lot of yelling up, down, and across the tables, drowning out other conversations and the live music. I’m sorry, I can’t help it–Fulani music just doesn’t do it for me. It’s like listening to some sort of African Leonard Cohen. There is a time and a place for that sort of music, and it’s not when you’re standing up and trying to eat a plate of dry cous-cous while surrounded by an already intolerable level of discordant noise and being bitten by mosquitoes. That’s when I need my music to be uplifting. So I pretty much disliked the place and was really pleased I wasn’t paying for an over-priced room. Camping out on the roof instead was worth the stay. Great views by night and day, and few mosquitoes. I loved the way the mud roof "bounced" when someone walked over it, and the way you could feel the heat of the day rising from it at night. I would stay at this hotel and sleep on the roof again, but I wouldn’t pay to stay in a room unless there was no alternative.
From journal Djenne: Mosque, Market, and Mud Cloth
Utrecht, Utrecht, Netherlands
August 10, 2001
From journal The most beautiful city of Africa