Today bright eyed and bushy tailed again and ready for breakfast at "Pauls", a French style bakery that has been operating come hell or highwater since 1889. No mean feat in this part of the world. In the car and back to the Dahieh district of South Beirut trying to get into trouble with hot looking Hezzbollah but they seemed uninterested in us. The shops and street life in these crowded suburbs are amazing. Chickens are killed in front of you, (halal), then plucked and cleaned to take home. Is this a Steggles?
We then travelled north to near the Syrian border to see if any mischielf was to be had there. Once again all quiet.
We had a leisurely anniversary lunch at a mountaintop restaurant over looking the beautiful Hells Valley or Devils Valley or something like that and then drove through tiny mountain villages having to stop occasionally to let a shepherd pass with his brown faced, fat tailed, sheep.
Finally we got some military action when we gave a lift to a soldier who was hitch hicking from his village to his barracks in Tripoli. He thinks we are far too cautions drivers as we follow road rules!
