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Zahle morning walk until a taxi comes along to take us 10km south to Ksara Winery, a well-kept beautiful operation where several staff are waiting to show tourists through the real limestone caves where the wine is aged. Then a sparkling new tasting room -- all good-tasting wine (but maybe my tastebuds are out of practice) and gift shoppe. We walk a few minutes out to the main highway and rapidly flag down a shared "service" minivan. We realize that our earlier ride to Baalbek on a nice new minivan was an anomaly -- this one is a smoky rattletrap (the smoke emanated mostly from the driver and passengers) that careened down the mountain, regularly squealing to a stop in hopes of gathering new paying passengers. At one point the driver held on to a lady's package in order to keep her from getting out of the van to take a competitor's ride. Although he tried to get us to pay double for a ride directly to our hotel, he dropped us at the Kuwaiti embassy where we got

Wandering through the ruins at Baalbek is humbling -- again, like Byblos, there is a great mixture of modern educational museum exhibits and unhindered space for rambling through the temples and broken stairways.   We got a few photos of Coleman's dancing shoes, to add to his global collection (he carried this pair of shoes carefully through our trip, only wore them for this special purpose) -- I will add them to the blog entry later, as my phone ran out of battery soon thereafter.  The sun peeked through the clouds for a bit, yet it was quite chilly and windy, cutting through our thin jackets.  But we were duly impressed with the size of the temples and temple stones, and the elaborate carving of the stairways there -- it's quite easy to imagine how impressed a crowd would have been two thousand years ago.  We also enjoyed reading the various interpretations of the buildings' origins, that varied according to the origin of the archaeologists themselves. After a final so

Baalbek ruins are stunning monuments to architectural genius two thousand years ago, and organizational effort so far inland -- the granite pillars originated in Aswan, Egypt: just imagine the effort to transport them inland.  Our Hotel Shouman room has a tiny balcony viewing the entrance to the ruined temples, right next to the shrine to Barbara...yes, Saint Barbara who was martyred for her determined conversion to Christianity; she supposedly mocked the pagan temple at Baalbek and was martyred here.  That's the story. I am frankly amazed that so much of the ruins remain -- the various conquerors helped themselves to the pre-cut stones to build their own forts and houses, yet much of it remains.  Admittedly, archaeologists have rebuilt portions over the last hundred years, since Kaiser Wilhelm visited here in 1898.  But Coleman and I enjoyed also wandering the old souk, with its narrow alleyways and aromatic bags of spices, and hanging carcasses of sheep and cow (some, notably

Saturday in the Monnot area, Beirut is hopping with fancy sports cars and heavily-muscled guys in boots and t-shirts guarding doors and parking places....and the Theatre Monnot nearby hosts a contemporary dance performance, with families and (mostly) daughters filling the theater.  The pieces were surprisingly lengthy and well-done: first a new piece, entitled "L'Etreinte" (the embrace), a classic romantic piece about man and woman flirting then embracing, arguing, embracing.  Especially impressive was the strength of both dancers, as each at some point carried and twirled the other around.  Then an older piece entitled Beyrouth O Beyrouth -- this one had a few spoken words, with 5 dancers, variously individual or grouped, enacting the civil war via the metaphor of 5 people in one apartment.  Both pieces were memorable.  We filed out of the auditorium at 10pm, negotiated a taxi ride home (the taxis nearby were clearly cruising for night-clubbers, charging high rates--we

There are police, and barriers, in Beirut.  Our first 2 days in one neighborhood were quite peaceful.  Yesterday we walked further, to see more typical signs of concrete barriers and razor wire and military guards around the former President's house, and then today around the Saudi Arabian embassy.  We also note the flurry of construction activity, both buildings and roads; yet in amongst the renovated sleek apartment buildings and shopping malls are old walls pockmarked with bullet-holes, and empty shells of buildings including the bizarre alien-looking building in the center of town.      Cole and I attended a lecture by Tariq Ramadan at the American University of Beirut -- educational, fascinating even though Prof.Ramadan was speaking quite academically and not wanting to get tied down.  The question-and-answer session was even more enlightening, to hear the emotional and articulate ripostes and sallies.  About 400 people attended.   He noted, by the way, that he is persona non

Flying through Riyadh -- we walked outside at the airport, just to say we were in Riyadh.  The airport is huge, with 4 identical terminals in a row (from the outside they look like stylized sand dunes).  We sought out a duty-free shop, in vain (I had told Coleman we might get a new camera).  One (Indian) employee told us "everything here is duty-free, why do you need a special shop?".  Ah well.  We will use our smartphone cameras to document the trip. I nervously phoned ahead to the Embassy Hotel, they offered to send a driver to pick us up.  Indeed the driver was ready though we arrived quite early.  Driver Abdullah told us he lived in Detroit for 20 years.  The Embassy Hotel is in a busy shopping district near the university.  The hotel is a 2 or 3 star level, old but clean, with a creaky elevator and leaky shower.   But there's plenty of hot water, and a balcony where we ate our breakfast of bread and cheese this morning.  After a tour of American Univers