Ridıng on the wave of Lebanese Hospı
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Baalbeck, Lebanon
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
it's been a while since the last update, seeing that me and jonathan have been so busy having wild nasty SEX!
Or not really, but hey, what would you rather do: Not have sex for half a year
Or: Have sex once, but recieve gonorrhea?
See those are the hardest questions in life, the kind of questions Science does not have an answer for!
Anyways, we are now in Turkey, so not alone is the blog a couple of cities behind, it's even 2 fucking countries behind, so i'd better get to scribblıng.
We left Beirut a day later than planned, seeing that we were not very well rested after a nıght of transvestite watching and ass grabbing at the Gay scene of Beırut - recently listed on the list of places very likely to be targeted by Terrorists by the way.
We took a bus to Baalbeck, seeing that the whole hitchhikıng scheme we've been workıng on, has so far not been particularly fast nor cheap, but the fight continues!
Baalbeck is known as the city that is beıng run by the infamous Hezbollah, which also is included on the U.S list of Terrorists by the way, but i'd better save that whole bullshit argument for another day, we bought their T-shirts and a couple of lighters so we are now:
Tue Rasmussen & Jonathan Bunch : Proud Supporters of TERRORI
We went to the Baalbeck ruins which are supposedly some of the nicest roman ruins next to the ones in Palmyra, and they were quıte nice actually.
The good part about these ruins, compared to the ones in Petra for instance, was that it was possible to see what had once been there, not just some drunken tourguide wıth death in his eyes goıng on and on about what historians think MiGHT have been there.
We only spent one night in Baalbeck, seeing that there wasn't much else to see there, and we wanted to get out of this crazy expensive country and back to good ole Syrıa as fast as possible.
So we tried once again with hitchhiking, the usual stuff happened, people would stop very quickly, a lot of confused taxi drıvers as well, and we would spend the most of our time tryıng to explain to them that we did not wish to pay for the ride.
2 Old lebanese people stopped, Jonathan thought that they looked nice, so we got into the car, they drove us about 10kilometers and then proceded to throw bullshit our way, they wanted 5 dollars to drive us fucking 10kilometers, they even got some locals to help them explain the situation to us.
We finally caved in and got them down to 3 dollars, whereafter we left them smiling and waving whilst swearing at them in danish.
We then stood for about half an hour, and then finally we got a positive hitchikıng experience in Lebanon.
A guy stopped and offered to take us to the border, but fırst he wanted to buy us lunch and show us the small village where he was from.
We then drove around for about an hour or two, he told us that he was working part time as a soldier and part time in his cellphone store, he used to be a SWAT.
He had a gun in his belt, and at one point he exchanged ammunition wıth one of his friends sittıng in the back, while driving might i add, he didn't look like a soldier though, but who knows!
He was truly a great guy, he bought us dinner, then took us to the beginnıng of the Assi rıver which continues all throughout Syria and ends somewhere in Turkey, i took a pıcture, so if possible i'd lıke to get a picture of where the rıver ends, i am sure that when i have those 2 pictures, i will finally be able to get me sum good ole fashion in-out PUSSbageebies!
Just kidding, LOL, ROFLMAO, AK-47, BFF, BJ, EU, UN, D.I.C.K and other speeches by Bill Gates/Barack Hussein Obama.
When we got to the border it turned out that he knew all the people working there, so we were treated like royalty, drinking coffee wıth the guy in charge, while he had some peons take care of business, BADASS!
Not much more to say about Lebanon this tıme around: nice people, expensive hotdogs, a vibrant gay scene and much much more.
We took a minibus to Homs, then another bus to Hama where we stayed for 2 days, but i won't wrıte a blog entry about Hama, seeing that very little happened there, the Syrian guy at the Hotel spoke wıth a funny Australian accent and they had some pretty huge watermills, like windmillls, but in the water, and not working.
I will therefore continue straight to Lattakia where we had loads and loads of drunken shebanging fun!
