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Filed under: Colorado — she_travels at 9:27 pm on Tuesday, May 18, 2010

This would be a blog up to date.  Woohoo! Doesn’t happen often as much as I try.

I am currently in Boulder County living with a very cute (note to self, find camera, snap shots of Jango and Flower) black maybe Border Collie something by the name of Flower and her brother Jango who may be a Samoyed something. I have been here a few days and we are settling in to a pattern which includes twice daily walks. I am enjoying the exercise and the clown factor of Flower.

The calendar is under the impression I will be in Boulder County at least through Aug. Truly it is hard to say what may happen between now and then.

We had a bit of nasty storm pass through this evening, the scent of rain is in the air..perfect sleeping weather.

I will get pics soon.

Enjoy the up to date blog!

She Flew Back to Colorado.

Filed under: Road Trip — she_travels at 9:16 pm on Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I left the Olympic Peninsula at 8am. I was not tired so I kept driving…stopped at 6am, napped in the car til 8am then drove the last 4 hours to Longmont. It was kinda interesting driving all night with only the occasional truck about for company.  I fail to understand why I was not tired.


Big Arse Bridge!

Lots O yellow!

I was digging the neon white windmills.

Hmm,  have any idea what gets water and what doesn’t. I wondered if there was reason for the tree lined pasture looking bits.

Now,  that is a view! It was snowing and dark when I was traveling west.

And then, there was hill.

Idaho mountains.

Another for the “What is in Annette’s side view mirror” series.

And then there was snow! Wyoming I think.

Sure enough, it not even spring yet here.

There ya have it, 2010 Washington Road Trip.

Olympic Peninsula, Washington.

Filed under: Road Trip — she_travels at 7:56 pm on Tuesday, May 18, 2010

For those of you who have not been following me for the past few years… I took a 14 day road trip June of 2009.. I decided it was high time I found out just exactly where  Highway 287 goes from Longmont,   Colorado.  I hit Yellowstone, figured Glacier was not far, rolled into Canada turned left to zip along Highway 3…decided I had seen plenty of mountains, turned left again when I noticed the map showed Highway 20 would take me all the way to the ocean in Washington State..little did I know the Cascades were between me and the sea. Following Highway 20 put me on a ferry across a bit of water..I still had not a clue as to where I was going I just knew 20 would get me to 101 where I could go south to the Redwoods and then back to Colo.  (if interested in this trip scroll down to June 2009, the posts should be there)

Imagine me,  having had a potty break and a walk,  sitting in the car with the door open, playing with my computer when an older lady with two small- ish dogs come in to view. I knew one was a Pomeranian the other was the same size but dude looked like a miniature Akita to me.  I ripped the earphones out of my ears to say “Goodness, he is cute..what is he?”  She smiled and said “He is a Pom too, he gets a lot of attention.”  We chatted about  this and that, she told me to pack up the computer and join her with  the dogs for a walk.  When we got back to the cars she said “I would like you to come home to meet my family.”  I shrugged replying  “OK”

The ferry came,  we all boarded, when we were let off on the other side I followed her home. I stayed three days.  Why not, we were having a grand time cleaning/freezing strawberries, making bread and cinnamon rolls..they are delightful people and easy to be round.

I was not out the door last June before they said “Come Back, Come back” and have been saying “come back” intermittently since.

I tell you this cause….. They live on the Olympic Peninsula, a place I had never heard of until I found myself there from random left hands turns last June. I returned in May of this year (2010).  To early for strawberry season but never fear some of the berries we packed away last time were still on hand for strawberry waffles and strawberries over angel food cake. This year I was introduced a new yumminess, seven minute frosting with coconut on a chocolate cake. Oh my, divine comes to mind!

The Olympic Peninsula  is truly a beautiful, wondrous place with a bit of everything, if ya want ocean they have it, if ya want lakes and streams, waterfalls and rivers they have it, if your more into mountains, by gum it’s there.  Stacks of wildlife and plenty of moisture to keep it all green, heck there are three rain forest areas that I know of..hmm should go find that map I was given. Phooey, I went looking for the map last night, no joy.  I have faith it will turn up.

Lake Crescent. It was sorta a green-ish blue color.

Another one of those glorious  places on  the planet where you can stand at the sea’s edge looking at  snow capped mountains.

I was told the name of this bay twice..Needle Point comes to mind but I could be wrong…perhaps someone will happen by to correct me.

Walks are always good with me!

The lighting was too good to pass up.

My friend’s husband has pictures of whales in this cove rubbing  on the rocks. Truly a sight I would like to see, a whale.

This may end up on the Favs of 2010 file. I do like it!

My friend’s family calls this tree Twisted Sister. Seems an apt name.

This is hard to see but the big vertical tree and the smaller one to the right are growing on what is called a “nurse log”. It is a fallen tree seeds land on and nurse to full growth.

Middle of no where, though this time I was not alone.

The family calls this one “Big Brother”. He is the worlds largest red cedar,  178 feet tall and 19.4 around. The old boy is workin hard to stay alive.

Another beach a bit farther south…it was considering raining.

The flora in this place does not disappoint.

It just makes me giggle I like it so much.

Well phooey, I don’t have a pic of the top of this tree.  Anywho, it is the largest Spruce at 191 tall and 58.11 around. I am lookin pretty small sitting up there.

Water of all kinds abound including falls.

We found the Elk.

Is this not amazing? Moss,  moss everywhere!

I am thinkin Bilbo and his band of hobbits should live in a place like this.

I have little doubt this one will end on the Favs 2010 file.

I am not sure this translates on film… this green ferny stuff was growing both in an out of  the water…so part of what you are looking at is fern through water.

Holy buckets! I dig this one!

The blue-ish stuff you see is the bottom. Wacky huh?

Remember the nurse log I was talking about? All four of these tree grew on a nurse log.

It was getting dark…. more elks!

Randy,  the bit of a fluff ball who started it all.

Did I mentioned FOOD, FUN, good company and HAT making were the order of  the week? It was good fun, I am will attempt to make a yearly trek to the Olympic Penn.

Next up..the mad dash back to Colorado

This and That, Road Trip 2010 start

Filed under: Road Trip — she_travels at 11:40 pm on Sunday, May 16, 2010

Spring Break was a bit easier this year than last, one less barn and eight inches less of snow.

April was rough..I decided to give up sugar…the stuff is like heroin to me, imagine the withdrawal symptoms. Not only did I have a nasty headache for 10 days but all I really wanted to do was go back to bed..can I please please just go back to bed.

I started seeing an acupuncturist…the gal is a god send, my body understands and appreciates what she can do for me.  I am eating far better and far less than in the past, and no sugar, no carbs…. fruit, veggies and protein. I am not feeling nearly as good as I will but things are improving.

I have friends in Washington who asked me to come visit.  I had a client who needed to get her almost famous mastiff  show dog to Salt lake City.  I hopped in the car the 5th of May, dropped off Cedric- the almost famous and headed north west.

Mind you…I was not dawdling about so many of the road pics are from the car.

From a distance I thought this was a very cool tree on a hill in the middle of no where WY…when it decided to be a buffalo I had  to have a shot.

Wyoming..when there is nothing, there is truly nothing and then suddenly..something.

I was under firm instructions not to open the window far enough so Mr. Almost Famous could get his face out…no getting the show dog bug pelleted in the eye.

Even the almost famous have to sleep.

The more I travel the more I see windmills…yet not so much in my mind.

Seems to me those snow fences are doing their job.

Road construction amunction…shezz! It totally messes with  the timing of a road trip.

His Highness awake. Dude was a barrel of fun!

Wacky white stripes.

I so wanted a shot of only road up and over the hill but the silly trucks were everywhere, stopping was not an option..I was on a schedule, well more of a deadline.

I don’t ever remember being in Park City, Utah. I dropped Cedric off not long after this. I was missing him not 30 minutes later…dude was GREAT company.

Finally, after all the time I have been through Salt Lake, I get a shot which shows…..flat! Mountain!!

Another for the what is in Annette’s Mirror Series.

Where did all the trucks go? Sunset must be dinner time.

I am headed for an Idaho sunset.

Dang, now I am the only one out here.

I stopped and got out of  the car for this one..nearly froze my socks off in the process.  The colors are nice..yes?

Clouds can be cool too.

The eastern part of the Columbia River Gorge.

It was a monster from this distance…when  you get closer….

The river is to the right but I was digging the cliff-ish to the left as well.

Mt. Hood…what a nice day for a photo.

Bad photo but it’s a bit greener cause wait just another few miles,  a whole different world.

And then it was GREEN!!

HorseTail Falls.

I love this one!! Love it!

I arrived in Port Angeles, Washington at about 5pm the day after I left Colorado.

Olympic Peninsula pics up next.

Istanbul, Play it again

Filed under: Turkey — she_travels at 9:59 pm on Sunday, May 16, 2010

It may have been 5am when we stopped for the last time,  in Istanbul. The taxi guys were all over it. I told them no taxi,  Metro, they tried to tell me no metro… I knew the train didn’t start til 6 or 630 but also knew the hostel I was going to was not going to answer the door til 7.  I was happy to hang about in the bus station until the metro started.

I went looking for a potty and found an internet cafe sign.  The silliness which ensued when I asked if my computer would work..it was pretty funny 4 youngish Turks doing all they could to get my computer to login. In the end we all decided they didn’t have the magic code to the wireless,  I would use one of their computers. There was some wackiness here as well and something about cops and ya have to go upstairs…it made zero sense to be but hey I have time and if there is a functioning computer upstairs then all the better.

Two of  the four guys went upstairs with me..one of them got the internet working and punched in a web address. It was translation software. That guy wanted to say ‘You are very beautiful” to me so badly he went looking for software  to do it.  We had a short conversation, he would type, I would reply the computer did the rest…up until someone down stairs yelled for him.

I finished reassuring people by email I had not been in the Turkish earthquake and  Syria was not any kind of dangerous, just little to no internet.

I popped back down stairs to pay the man and get  two tokens,  one for the metro and one for the tram. The translation guy showed up, sorted the money and the tokens then walked me to the metro, he even asked the security guy which platform I needed to get to where I was going. Nice kid!

Sunrise on my old stomping grounds… whew but its nice to be back in a familiar place.

I was asked out for dinner by some delightful people who had found my blog… I had a visit to the Taksim area of Istanbul and a wonderful fish dinner.

The guy with hands behind his back had eight dogs following him. They all seems happy enough to do it.

I like the leaf less trees in the light.

This place never sleeps!

Right then, other than a mad mad dash through JFK on the way back the flights were comment-less. Wait, the gal sitting next to me was from nowhere, Oklahoma.

Antakya, Turkey

Filed under: Turkey — she_travels at 9:28 pm on Sunday, May 16, 2010

The easiest, fastest way to get from anywhere in Syria to Turkey is to take the over night bus to Antakya. I purchased  the ticket two days early so I had a better chance of being given seat four. After laughing and drawing pictures for the bus guy and having my request confirmed by English speaker on the phone..I had seat 4 all to myself.

The bus left at 10p, I was told to be at the bus station at 9p. I spent most of  the after noon with the owner of the hotel and a young gal staying there chatting. It was a nice afternoon. he had a corner in the lobby he would pray in. Just before the call to prayer started he came around the counter, placed his rug on the floor and did his thing.

I arrived in Antakya far to early to go anywhere, I found an internet connection at the bus station so I played online for a few hours before going to look for some place to sleep.  The taxi guys again told me there was no dolmus into town, it was a new bus station and very early so I decided not to argue and went with him. He also told me the hotel I wanted had closed and took me to a different one. That place wanted far to much money..nice place but who need to spend oodles of cash for a bathroom?

I set off walking in a random direction in search of a bed and bath for a price I was willing to pay. Sadly,  I found out rather quickly the mid range clean spots were full, by the time I found a place that had space I was whipped and was not as concerned about the clean factor as long as there was hot water.  9.50 nit a bad price, not a great place but not a bad price. I did have a huge window with fresh air while I had a nap before going in search of food.

Well looky here what Wikipedia has to say: “In ancient times the city was known as Antioch and has historical significance for Christianity, being the place where the followers of Jesus Christ were called Christians for the very first time. The city and its massive walls also played an important role during the Crusades.”

I knew this place was different…

No covered heads and color.

I also found this….

Funny shape  huh?

Canal of some sort, I thought it went to the sea but I am no longer sure. They do have some mountains.

Right then… I think I had to be at the bus station at 9 the next morning.  I went to one of the bus stops I had seen on the way in with the taxi guy and waited for one which said Otogar on it.  I was confused when the attendant had to ask the driver if he was going to the otogar.  Maybe there was more than one on town..happens alot. I spoke up “Otogar, Istanbul”. The attendant waved me onto the bus.  There were maybe 4 people in the bus… they all got off, the attendant guy removed all the signs for where he was going save the otogar one.  The bus driver stopped just past  the bus station I am come into the day before, the attendant told me how to get to the doors, I pulled my money purse out of my pocket to pay him..he shook his head, then said good bye twice.  What was that all about? Cost me ten lira to get into town and nothing to get out. Hospitable they are, consistent they are not.

The one and only pic from 17 hours on a bus.

I liked the colors.

By the by I was in seat 4, the bus was FULL. The lady next to me was French Canadian/Lebanese with a small about of English. She was entertaining for some of  the trip but I didn’t have the brain power all night to pull a ton of effort in to communication.  We stopped about every 4 hours for potty and food. With all the other buses and people about you would have though the world had shifted to dark during daylight hours.  I didn’t sleep.

Damascus, Syria

Filed under: Syria,Walks — she_travels at 8:42 pm on Sunday, May 16, 2010

My Asian friend was going else where, we parted ways the following morning.

The bus station looks more like a cafe than a terminal..I was told the buses to Damascus were hourly…hard to know how they sort that out.

While I was waiting on the ticket guy  to give me my passport back an English voice behind me said “Did I see you walking with an Asian girl yesterday?”  I turned to see a young -ish blonde guy who sounded Canadian.  “Yes,  she was going north, I am going south we came here from Hama together. ” We chatted about this/ that and nothing. When it was time to broad  the driver told the Canadian “One, Two”. I was already in seat four…the Canadian sat next to me, “I think the driver wants to keep an eye on us.” He promptly went to sleep once the bus was moving.  Why is it people pay good money to see a new place and poof they fall asleep. How do ya see it when your asleep?

Snoozing boy woke up when we hit a snarl in traffic just outside of Damascus, seems a big truck was changing a tire in the middle of the road. He asked if I wanted to share a taxi in to the city center near the Old City.  I said I would if there were no other option, the city bus in Aleppo was so cheap it’s not worth mentioning  the price.

We took the bus.

By  the by ~ Wikipedia has this and much more to say about Damascus: “Carbon-14 dating at Tell Ramad, on the outskirts of Damascus, suggests that the site may have been occupied since the second half of the seventh millennium BC, possibly around 6300 BC. However, evidence of settlement in the wider Barada basin dating back to 9000 BC exists, although no large-scale settlement was present within Damascus walls until the second millennium BC. The city is considered by historians to be the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world.”

Let’s go for a walk, maybe get lost a few times.

I love this picture!

Friday morning…all the shops are closed!

More closed shops, all the doors, and two mosque.

Imagine this place with all the doors open, goods flowing out in to the street,  masses of people shopping, strolling and taking in the scents, sounds and culture. Dang but I do love visiting new places!

Look at all the building wackiness going on here.

Bit of this pieces of that.

Another souq… I was good and lost, didn’t matter much.

This and that.

The old city is a wacky place, ya have cramped quarters like the ones with all manner of building material and ya come around a corner to a courtyard kinda place with outdoor cafes, people sitting about chatting while sampling the tea or a part ruin of sometime older.

At two different times I was lost outside of the old city wall. I kept thinking of I just follow the wall around I would end up some place I had been before. At this point I could not see the wall to my right but I knew it was back there someplace so I cut though this residential area where you can bet few have seen someone like me.

K then, I found myself in a bit of a dark space with not much of anything going on the round another corner..this. What the heck? They having a party? It is Friday yes?

Look what I found!!And a rainbow umbrella to boot.

The rainbow umbrella is right behind me. I am thinking the mass of people had just come from the mosque. In the corner to my right I found this…

They were feeding the birds.

Looking back the way I had come.

I was SO running out of days by the time I arrived in Damascus… I was headed for Antakya, Turkey then the seventeen hour bus ride back to Istanbul.

Palmyra, Syria

Filed under: Educational,Syria — she_travels at 7:09 pm on Sunday, May 16, 2010

An Asian gal was leaving  the Riad hotel at the same time I was the following morning. The dude who runs the place mentioned to both of us we were going  the same place, why not go together. Sure, why not. We walked from the hotel to the correct bus station, she had a Lonely Planet guide book in her hand. I was pleased as punch in my role as second, she knew were she was going and was getting all the stares from men.

There was a small amount of confusion with the bus guys…they knew exactly what was going on and moving/talking very fast..in the end we stuffed ourselves and our bags in to the very back of a chock a block full minivan. I am not talking just the seats I am saying  there was NO space for another body in that van. We were going from Hama to Homs, anyone will tell you Homs is in the center of Syria, because of the the bus system is a bit of a challenge.  I did not know this until we arrived in Homs long about noon. One of the  bus stations from a bridge we used to cross the street.

We didn’t have all four of our feet on the ground headed  for this bus station when someone behind us said…hmmm, I don’t remember but I do know he was talking to us. When I turned I saw two police,  one of the guys said “Were are you going?”  I looked at my Asian friend, nothing.  I looked back at the policeman, “The bus station” and pointed behind me. The cop crunched up his face before he repeated the question… language barrier ya know.  I smiled “Palmyra”.  “No, Palmyra” pointing at the huge arse bus station then he pointed the other direction, sure enough another bus station.  “Passport?”  I dug mine out handed to him…then he took my Asian friend’s passport. I have found many people wish to see one’s passport in this part of the world, I have nothing to hide so why not just hand it over. I am a  little unnerved when the person who took my little blue book which gets  me out of any county and back in to my own disappears but it’s not like you can stop them so ya take a deep breath and allow the will of the gods to take care of ya.

The cop handed our passports back to us saying “Welcome to Syria.”

Have I mentioned, people who seems to know little to no English know enough to say Welcome to Syria.  While I was wandering the Aleppo Citadel three random ladies walked right up to me, asked where I was from and said “Welcome to Syria.” Every time I buy a bus ticket, every time I pay for food, every accommodation when handing your passport back “Welcome to Syria.” It is delightful.

There was a guy in the Aleppo souqs who asked if I would like to see his original silver jewelry. I didn’t see any reason not to..we passed a soap merchant who wanted badly to sell me some soap, when I said “No thank you” he said “I don’t think you like my soap.” I told him I would imagine his soup was very nice but I didn’t need any. He smiled saying “Welcome to Syria.”

The silver smith managed to get me truly and completely lost which was not big deal cause I had been lost  that day twice already, thing about getting lost, if you keep walking sooner or later you will find yourself again. If not there are always people about to point. Did I mention I started snapping a shot of where my accommodation was so if worse came to worse I  could whip out my camera to show someone where I wanted to go.

The silver smith was very nice showed me all his fancy things and told me his brother was number two world champion Mr. Universe, “Yes, my brother knows Arnold Schwarzenegger.”   I was rewarded with another “Welcome to Syria” before leaving his shop wondering how in earth I would find my way back.

Right  then, with our passports back in hand and a “Welcome to Syria” we wandered down the street to the second bus station. Both of us  were looking,  with no success,  for a sign which said “Palmyra” to indicate which counter sold bus tickets to where we were headed, thank goodness we were saved by a gentlemen asking where we were going.  My new friend told him so he could point us the right way.  Two ticket counters said no bus until 530, we ended up, after much consideration taking a shared taxi. It was about $19 us each which is a huge amount but we were hungry, kept thinking we would stop for food but never did, and just wanted to have the matter settled.  Mind you all our consideration and conversation was being listened to intently by three taxi guys surrounding us. There are days where ya just get tired of thinking and go with the easiest path, usually that is more expensive. Ahh,  well the taxi driver has to feed his family too.

My new friend dozed in the back seat for better part of the two hour drive while I soaked up the landscape from the passenger seat. It was fairly hazy in Homs, it did not improve as we sped down a two lane road at 120kph (approx 80)  east.  When the driver noticed me glancing at the speedometer he grinned.

Once out of the city of Homs the land turned to agriculture, fields of this and that before turning to more arid terrain.  I asked the driver if the haze was dust from the desert. He shrugged, I don’t know if it was the language barrier or because he did not know.

I would just make out something on a hill in the distance when he asked the two of us if we wanted to stop at the citadel. I don’t think either one of us answered him for fear he would want more money. In the end he made the choice himself.

Palmyra from the citadel:

Yeah, I know, yuck!   huh?

Have a peek at this one :  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Palmyre_Vue_Generale.jpg

Same shot…different day. See the green out there? The locals have made “gardens” they invite tourists to have tea and chat. Had I seen the green from the citadel I would have had more  info to work with once in town, as it was when someone said “Come see my garden.” I was confused. Ahh well, next time camel ride and a spot of tea in the garden.

See the race track? Who would have thought, horse racing. Ok,  next time, camel ride, spot of tea in the garden and a bit of horse racing. In the left corner, bridge across the moat.

When we landed in town the taxi guy dropped up at the hotel my new friend had chosen from her lonely planet. He asked for more cash and I told him I was sorry but I didn’t understand the stop would cost more. My friend said she didn’t have any more money..he was not happy but goodness me the bus would have cost maybe three bucks.

We dropped our bags in the room, thankfully,  we were off for some food. The town is laid out in a grid pattern, all the buildings look exactly the same. She was not having any luck finding anything she really wanted to eat so we went back to the place I nixed cause if the construction noise, it seems one of the few places selling food.  The noise inside was not nearly as bed and BOY am I glad we made the choice. I had garlic chicken that was so yummy I would hop a plane right now to get more. The owner offered us fresh lemonade with mint…it didn’t sound all that great to me but heck I was willing to give anything a go.  I kid you not this concoction was the most refreshing beverage I had had in a long time.  Ok next time, camel ride, spot of tea in the garden and a bit of horse racing while sipping on fresh lemonade with mint.

Off  to the ruins before dark. It is walkable from town.

From Wikipedia: “In ancient times it was an important city of central Syria, located in an oasis 215 km northeast of Damascus and 180 km southwest of the Euphrates at Deir ez-Zor. It has long been a vital caravan city for travelers crossing the Syrian desert and was known as the Bride of the Desert. The earliest documented reference to the city by its Semitic name Tadmor, Tadmur or Tudmur is recorded in Babylonian tablets found in Mari. The Semitic name means “the town that repels” in Amorite and “the indomitable town” in Aramaic.”

Citadel on the hill, soccer in the valley.

Camel, I asked the guy who offered me a ride if that was a baby, it was far smaller then the others. He said “No, she is just smaller.”

Tell me that is not COOL! I know we have seen a few this trip but come on…that’s COOL!

Sure enough in all this desert…GREEN!

Round rocks? how is that done ages ago?

To the left my new friend, to the right tour buses, and in the center Palmyra.

This stuff it still standing after how long? Does it not boggle the mind?

I made a new friend  that evening, we had tea in his friend’s shop during which he asked me to have a stroll in the desert with him. The guy is Bedouin has never traveled more than four hours from his home and speaks three languages. He was cute and fun..the following morning I met him at 530a to see  the sunrise, sadly cause of the wacky haze stuff…not so much sun..but pics.

Not so much with the sun.

That one is a bit clearer..wow,  you can see the citadel walls.

Next up, Damascus.

Krac des Chevaliers

Filed under: Educational,Syria — she_travels at 2:48 pm on Sunday, May 16, 2010

From Wikipedia:

“Krak des Chevaliers, transliterated Crac des Chevaliers, is a Crusader fortress in Syria and one of the most important preserved medieval military castles in the world.

The castle is located east of Tripoli, Lebanon, in the Homs Gap, atop a 650-metre-high hill along the only route from Antioch to Beirut and the Mediterranean Sea. It is one of many fortresses that were part of a defensive network along the border of the old Crusader states. The fortress controlled the road to the Mediterranean, and from this base, the Hospitallers could exert some influence over Lake Homs to the east to control the fishing industry and watch for Muslim armies gathering in Syria.

The original fortress at this location had been built in 1031 for the emir of Aleppo.”

There is oodles of info about the web on this huge castle.

Think ramp as the one Gandolf rode the white house up in the second Lord of the Rings film.

The light was a bit funny for  the camera but I wanted you to see curve of the wall and ceiling.

The grand hall.

The Canadians and I did not decide what this space was about, perhaps just look out tower…look at the carvings in top of the pillar, never mind how the thing flows into the ceiling.

I was confounded my the ceilings.

Moat at the bottom of the slanted wall.

Several levels of space.

Can’t forget the view. One has to be able to see one’s enemies approach if one is going survive.

Back down the ramp…

And the pic everyone who has ever goggled Krak des Chevaliers has seen, the only difference is… I snapped this myself. The place is HUGE to say the least.


Filed under: Interlude — she_travels at 8:09 am on Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Sadly I have run out of time..I am in the middle of prep for a road trip from Colorado to Washington State.

I am going to take a client’s dog to Salt Lake City where the breeder is going to show him. I will then go on to Port Angeles, Washington to visit with friends I made on my road trip last June. Should be good fun.

I think I can get back to the Syria bit long about May 15th.

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