Started the morning in the Bekaa Valley and watched the sun rise over the Anti Lebanon Mountains to our left and and its first light strike purple on the tops of the Mount Lebanon mountains on the other side of the valley. Magnificent.
Back up and over the mountains to Beirut. Cars overtaking on sharp bends, truck over turned, farmers vehicles stradling the white line and vehicles heading straight for us on the wrong side of a divided highway! Driving here is a continual white knuckle event.
You see them walking dogs, carrying shopping, managing children. Usually a few steps behind the employer. Sitting at a side table. Dressed in a cheap ubiquitous uniform. The young girls come from Philipines, Sri Lanka and Africa. The maids.
