(If you wait long enough (takes some time to load) it will actually start raining in this picture. I kid you not!)
A moment without rain
We knew just the one; Janne, the one that’s not on the map. The river was even higher than last time I was there (about a month ago?), and although it wasn’t windy, it did rain a little. Luckily the local christians had built a little chapel of some sorts, for the holy somebody (couldn’t figure out who it was supposed to be), of whom they had a lifelike statue, right in between two massive oak trees. And the holy whoever needs an awning, under which we conducted our picnic.
The holy I don't-know-who
Because it was raining, of course.
The little chapel was not in service, but the bell tower was present, and the kids had a ball pulling the rope. And so this picnic turned out to be quite cozy.
Janne is quite popular in summer, it seems. But in winter time, the place is absolutely deserted. The kind of place where you can teach your son how to drive the car. In the 3 hours that we spent there, exactly one car passed by. They were two local farmers, looking at their land.
Next to us a waterfall came crashing down the mountain, joining the Ibrahim River (Nahr el-Ibrahim), Like a couple of rednecks, it started with throwing rocks in the water. Then they (the menagerie) proceeded with building dams and otherwise trying to block the water flow. Next they tried to get to the other side, and before you know it, they’re in the water and the mud - shoes and all – up to their knees. The river, Abraham river in English, used to be called the Adonis river, after the legend.
Some say that Beirut is named after Beroe, the daughter of Adonis & Aphrodite. Well, there’s a whole lot more on the legend surrounding this river, but I’m not into mythology.