Beirut - Last Day/My Body Hates Me
I feel absolutely horrible - lack of sleep, lack of food, lack of everything living creatures need - wake up at 1030am - shake off the sickness and aches - pack up - check out at 12pm - flight isnt until 8pm - walk to the "souk" - loaf around for awhile - nice day but my body hates me - sit for long lunch at Magnet cafe - real BACON!!!! - light rain - just want to lie down - walk around for awhile - head over to Virgin Megastore - buy 7 dvds, all Arab titles... eager to beef up on the "language" - pick up a copy of Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore - walk back to "souk" - find a bench right outside the 15th century mosque - lay there for hours reading and dozing off - walk back to hotel at 5pm - admire the devastated beauty of the Holiday Inn for awhile.
Get in car - off to the airport - get there super early - first class lounge - #confessionsofaballer - board plane around 730pm.
Stuck with the middle seat - sit next to first time flyer, Lebanese girl having panic attacks - talk to her to calm her down - fall asleep - wake up 5 minutes from landing - so excited to be back in Doha - visa - car - home.The trip is over.
Final conclusion: Beirut is not for the light of heart. Any minute a war could break out or you could die from alcohol poisoning. Lebanon is a beautiful country and I hope to be able to see more of it one day. Also home to more plastic surgery than anywhere I have ever been. Some good people, some fake people, some bad people. All in all..... it's a place to see.
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