For the Home Front VI

After Saida, we drove to Sour (Tyrus). I think I have never seen the Lebanese drive as sedated as that Saturday. It was clear to see who still had a full tank of gas, and who was running on empty. I had no one passing me at 175 km an hour. No idiots in BMW weaving through traffic as if they were Alberto Tomba . Everyone was cruising at a very steady, demure pace, very civilized, very relaxing. We need more of those ‘no gas at the gas station’ days. 

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In Sour, we ‘did’ the Roman baths, the hippodrome, the Roman road, the triumphal arch, an aqueduct and the necropolis. There was probably more Roman stuff, but it was only after the very last ruin that a gentleman approached us with an interesting looking book on the history of Tyre. And so while on our way back to Beirut, we read about all kinds of other Roman things we had missed. Or we had walked past it, but we didn’t know what it was. Next time. (I’ve have another 2 nieces and 4 nephews.)  The Romans left their mark on this town, or maybe it was because they build on stone. But as you can Google plenty of these pictures, just a collage today (I love Picasa!)

A cotton candy seller on a motorcycle on the road to Sour (Tyrus)

The cousin/niece is due to fly out - to Australia - on Friday, where she will continue her world tour. Just a few more days of tourism (For those that have had it.)