Jordan, Turkey and establishing the middle.

It took me sometime till I got to idea that I should complete my AIESEC cycle and do an internship somewhere, while always hoping to get something in Iran, I was pretty much excited when I got accepted for Ankara, and get the opportunity to learn Turkish and explore nearby countries which usually I won’t have the opportunity to visit, such as Armenia, Georgia and Azerbaijan.

I rode in a car with a married couple, a man being Syrian and Jordanian wife, they were nice, except that the husband is a heavy smoker, lucky me.

On the other hand, the man was so delicious, smiled and threw a joke now and then, while his wife, grumpy face (dragon people), like me, no more I try to hide it and smile when necessary, but Jordan genes protrudes quite often.

Nevertheless, we arrived at the Syrian side, there is a search, stamped my passport, to change some of the Syrian lira, and took off.

When we got to Damascus, you can see the lights fill the sky from a distance, a huge city compared to Amman, which is located about 4 million people.

Thus, the Board, when it comes to Syria to bargain prices at any time, it's not expensive country, and it should not cost much, even cheaper bus fair, cost me 30 euros from Damascus to Ankara, if you removed the additional $ 10 fee change the ticket.

Bus to Antakya was full of people from Syria, Jordan, Turks, and one guy from Turkmenistan, which has been on Russia Visa Business and residence in Sochi.

Oh, how I've heard so many arguments between the Syrians and Lebanese on Lebanon and the Syrian role there, again in an instant the old Jordanian couples would turn and quarrels with two Lebanese guys are going to Istanbul for the Palestinians in Lebanon, a long list of nonsense gibberish.

But the most common themes, or let's say there was moaning about the Syrian guy who speaks English, not Arabic to communicate, he now says that his mother was Scottish and that he is the owner of "Scots" passport. But who am I to judge, I do not care, nor should anyone.

Sunshine, lollypops! We arrived in Antakya, almost all of it speaks in Arabic, mainly because everything is originally Syrian, I was hoping to see the sea, but unfortunately it's not that banks Antakya city, as I had hoped, but it's a city called Iskenderun, ah so it is normal for at least half of the road.

it was 7 am and my bus to Ankara at 9:30 am, while others gather in Istanbul had to endure many terrible waiting time before 2:30 pm, I was lucky this time. Thus, in order to spend time Alex from Serbia, the Syrian guy – who does not speak Arabic, and I sat in the cafe had some strong Turkish coffee.

Syrian boy said that he is an active member of Couch Surfing, it's going to stay with a guy who offers accommodation in Istanbul, is pretty neat, but if I were a landlord would be difficult to control who or what you could get, but the more you participate More and more people acknowledge you and so you have more confidence.

In any case, as we said, the Syrian suggested that we celebrate the meeting of total strangers who know only what others told of his "I", with the image as a bus station in Antakya.

Nevertheless, there are many miles to go, paid for my coffee, picked up our bags and hopped on a bus heading to Ankara, looking forward to some adventure.

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Submited at Friday, November 26th, 2010 at 6:00 pm on Middle East by ethan
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