and entirely covered in mosquito bites
. Oh, except for the places where i have been eaten by bedbugs
. Ick. I am a mass of scratching, but luxuriating in a dose of civilisation (air conditioners! private showers! loo
s that flush!) after a few days in palmyra
, walking around the roman ruins
, and way out on the eastern edges of syria
, exploring five thousand year old cities about a hundred kilometres past the edge of nowhere
. I have sat on the top of a 2 millenium old citadel
, with hawks circling below me, with the Euphrates
green-blue and rushing past at the bottom of the cliff. I have got dusty with the broken fragments of ancient pottery
and falling walls of temples of Ishtar
I have slept under a full moon, heard bullfrogs and crickets, and had my hair brushed by the wingtips of a pale owl
. I have seen shimmering iridescent green birds. I have drunk a million cups of tea
, and discussed having no babies with every other person I have met.
I have made origami
cranes and peacocks for seven sisters
, and climbed up to the necropolis
to watch the sun rise.
I like it here.