Beirut in 14 kilometres

14 kilometres later (I measured it with my shoe laces on a map), sore feet and near heat exhaustion, I now have a much better feel for the city. I have been stopped by the army twice for photographing things I should not have and managed to get out of trouble with my best "ana isme gordon sekin bi sydney" routine. Apparently my accent is shocking/hilarious.

Zac is up north for family duty and mosque day so I have the day to myself to explore the city. Walked from Gemmayzeh heading west and visited the still being refurbished Beirut Synagogue, walked through Hamra and onto Raoucheh for the obligatory picture of the rock arches that sit just offshore. After a Starbucks iced coffee and a sit in glorious airconditioning I then meandered home via The Corniche watching the kids swimming in the sea and the hotties jogging past.

Loved the musical cacophony of completing muezzins for noon prayer. I gave alms to the poor sitting hopefully in front of the many mosques and popped into Missoni to see what was on sale. Nothing.