Feature: Part IV – Inside Syria

Hajar Ali

After a much anticipated break, Jaunt Magazine is proud to present, Middle East Feature: Part IV of Hajar Ali’s escape to Syria (and Lebanon). Hajar Ali is the Singapore-based owner and operator of urbane nomads, a bespoke travel tour operator.

Part IV – Inside Syria

We arrived in Syria at a friend of a friend’s house which, we were told, was indeed ‘like a museum’ and had been visited by the likes of King Juan Carlos and Queen Sofia of Spain when they were in town. We were picked up from the hotel by their butler, shown around the house with the Damascene courtyard and treated to lovely singing by the hostess.

As per the afternoon, Syrian and regional politics were the subject of discussion, the future of Syria in the global order of things, with some excitement about a possible Sacred Music Festival organized by the very urbane First Lady. The next day was spent around the souks of Aleppo, where banners extolling the virtues of Assad and Syria in multiple languages lined the bazaars.

Syria's President, Bashar al-Assad

I passed a (seemingly harmless) comment on the banners but was chided by one of my travel companions, saying in a low voice that ‘it was unsafe to discuss politics in public’. That was the first time during my journey where I felt like I was in a police state. Later, we witnessed a minor scuffle on the outskirts of the bazaar, with a man resisting arrest by the police. There was a crowd gathering around, passively watching, no one saying anything, no one interfering. Once the man was driven away by the truck, one of the ladies asked the driver, who had accompanied us throughout, what the whole thing was about. ‘The man’s just trying to make a living and selling some tissue. He has no license’. I asked what was going to happen to the man to which the rejoinder was: ‘Nothing. He’d be taken to the police station, warned and then fined’. I remembered the man to have put up quite a struggle, pointed to some boys selling tissue and asked why these boys weren’t similarly dragged by the police. Apparently, the police chose the man to make an example of because he was ‘the biggest operator’.  I left it at that.

We went exploring the city’s boutique hotels, one of which was next to a restaurant and an underground bar which, the waiter insisted, was a way for the house’s original residents to connect to the Citadel during the multiple sieges laid on the city.

Byblos, Lebanon

I’d made my way to an internet café later that night, desirous of somewhat reconnecting with the world again, and there I met another traveller I’d encountered in Lebanon. Over a lunch buffet of fresh seafood and crisp salads in the seaside town of Byblos, he’d confided in me his admiration of my Senior Minister, Lee Kuan Yew, declaring how ‘famous’ the man and his book was in China before sharing with me his personal theory of how all countries with a Chinese majority should ‘return’ under China’s rule. ‘But Singapore’s constitutional language is Malay’, I rejoined. I must have looked shocked when he narrated his Pax Sinica ideals to me, but I’d like to think he looked more shocked at the thought of an alternative history to a country than the one he’d imagined. ‘Go back and Google it if you don’t believe me’, I told him.

So, as fate would have it, our next chance encounter was within the setting of the internet café. He came over and told me a Google search had indeed confirmed that Malay was the constitutional language of Singapore, but that he was still incredulous that a country with a Chinese majority could have a different constitutional language. Another Google search would have answered his questions, but I didn’t think his incredulity necessarily translated into questions he’d wanted an answer to.  I learnt he was staying in the Baron Hotel as well, that he’d arrive in Aleppo earlier this afternoon and we’d agreed to go for dinner after.

We went to one of the streetside cafes, grabbed a kebab and orange juice, sat down and he asked if there were any clubs to go to for a night out in Syria. I screwed up my nose and said, “Why couldn’t you have gone in Beirut?”  That was one of the points that came up during the course of the conversation in the home of the lovely couple a night earlier. The hostess, having found out I was in Beirut before crossing over to Syria, asked how I’d liked the two countries. I said I liked both to which she cooed, “But they’re so different! Beirut is where the young people have fun and Syria is all about culture and history.” I (still) liked both, although I enjoyed Aleppo more than I did Damascus.

The Baron Hotel - Syria

I also remembered that underground club with a ‘pathway to the Citadel’ from earlier this afternoon and volunteered that piece of information to him. I agreed to bring him there except that I (wasn’t) going to stay long given than I was going in Walid’s  car to explore St. Simeon and the Dead Cities early next morning. I told him I had to freshen up and, waiting at the lobby, he later grumbled about how long I’d taken to freshen up. “I had to pray for five minutes too,” I added. He instantly looked sheepish and apologized, as if he’d shown an unhealthy intolerance.

There was an Asian man sitting down in the hotel lobby, discussing business with a Syrian. He was one of many Asian faces I’d seen in the Hotel Lobby of late and I asked my fellow traveller why there were so many Chinese in Syria. ‘How do you know he’s Chinese?’ he said coolly. ‘Isn’t he? He looks Chinese’. ‘No- he’s North Korean. I heard them talking while waiting for you.’ I laughed  nervously, my turn being sheepish, having been outed as the one unable to discern between various nationalities, having broadly categorized them as ‘Chinese’.  ‘There are actually a lot of North Koreans in Syria. I saw a statue of Assad and Kim Jong Il in the main square just now’, he continued. That was the second time where I’d felt like I was in the ‘junior axis of evil’; states forced into dealing with each other due to their status in the international order of things.

St. Simeon - Syrian Ruins

The next two days were spent exploring St. Simeon and the surrounding Dead Cities, the Hammam Yaboulga Nassri and the nearby souks. We’d visited St Simeon, named eponymously after the saint who had tried to escape the madding crowds, devoting himself to ascetic meditation by living on top of the pillars you’d witness in St Simeon – a progression of pillars erected by St Simeon’s devotees that built increasingly higher than the next.  St Simeon is also the site for what was once the largest monastery in the world. As the conversation with the local couple would have it, the First Lady of Syria was planning for a Sacred Music Festival using St Simeon as a locality. No internet searches nor checks with local sources  were able to  validate that it’s actually happened or would happen in the near future.

The Dead Cities – desolate places where I’d encountered  the occasional domestic horse belying signs of life nearby, contained warren-like holes which, if I’d understood the guide right, is the burial chamber for the area’s royalty.

A visit to the Hammam Yaboulga Nassri came highly recommended  and my visit so coincided with one of the ‘ladies’ days’ – a day when the hammam is converted to a preserve for women to come and socialize and receive a hammam treatment.  Women packed lunch boxes to eat in the humid conditions of the hammam, brought drums to strike spontaneous tunes to around a circle of women dancing, children were running around a precariously slippery floor and women were comfortably lounging around in various states of undress; less an image after Orientalist paintings than it is an expression of women being comfortable with their own bodies for it was a scene where women were exposed to what ‘real’ women looked like for women from all ages and sizes gathered as part of an ancient bonding ritual in the hammam, trading gossip over treatments, teenagers striking a spontaneous tune in another (foreigners are invariably invited to join the circle and dance) and the children playing by the water sources in another corner.

The scrubdown at the hammam must have done me good for as I made my way through the cold winter of Aleppo through the souks I’d noticed, rather, sensed greater male attention coming my way – unfortunately resulting in a rather unpleasant experience – the only time I’d felt threatened throughout my journey in Lebanon and Syria, where a young storekeeper , having brought me to another store on the pretext of finding more stock, came  up too close for me to possibly be comfortable. The actual owner of the store came back, fortunately, and the kid scampered off.  Whatever effect the treatments at the hammam had on me must have disappeared by morning – I was the ragged tourist once again, saying goodbye to the staff of Baron Hotel and making my way overland to Amman, eager for a dinner appointment at NoodAsia on yet another quest to find chic in the Middle East.

Syrian Restaurant - Kan Zaman

Further fact checks into the authenticity of the claim that the underground bar (Taverna, Beit Wakil Hotel), did lead to a ‘miniature warren of caves and passages’, with one stairway mentioned as being ‘slippery’ and leading to ‘a dead end’ but no mention of its supposed direct access to Aleppo’s Citadel.

For those looking for ‘entertainment’ in Aleppo, there’s also the Kan Zaman, off Haret Al-Yasmin St with its own set of underground caves.

Make sure to read the earlier posts in the Syria series under ‘Middle East Travel’ and, for more Syrian Hotel suggestions and quality tours, contact Hajar Ali. We also found boutique Syrian Hotels and cheap insider Syrian Hotels (where some hotels may not be listed or have websites) here: http://syria-hotels.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html

Rustic warning alert… some of these hotel buildings are from the 17th century, but hey… that’s why you’re heading to Syria, right?

By Hajar Ali

Source: Ivan Mannheim, Syria and Lebanon, The Travel Guide

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Bondi’s Sexiest Beach Bar

Sydney's Sexiest Bondi Beach Bar

On the hunt for hot, we came across this sweet spot right on the cusp of Aussie’s fine coast. Since Australia isn’t nearly as fickle as LA, we’re pretty sure it’s still swirling with sexy.

From Shecky’s Nightlife

By Kelly Dobkin

Sydney: Icebergs Dining Room and Bar
One Notts Ave. (@Campbell Parade)
Bondi Beach + 011.61.29365.900

Cliffside ocean views make Icebergs in Sydney one of the most beautiful bars in the world. Have a seat on the outdoor patio right up against the water, or lounge on plush couches inside, where floor-to-ceiling glass windows and candlelight showcase pristine views. You’ll likely be surrounded by gorgeous bronzed mates who’ve just stepped in from tony Bondi Beach.

Gorgeous, bronzed mates? Most beautiful bar in the world? Australia?

Bloody fine, indeed.

www.idrb.com/icebergs

Fall into Farm Fresh

 

Romantic Farm Fresh Fall Retreats - Vermont's Equinox Hotel

 

We’re Farm Fresh Freaks.

Give us a homegrown tomater and we’re as happy as a clam in high tide.

To that end, this month, we discovered that Vermont’s Equinox Resort is joining the Farmers’ Dinner Series in partnership with Taylor Farms and Vermont Fresh Network.  Situated on 1,300 acres of pristine countryside, The Equinox Resort is nestled between the Green and Taconic Mountain ranges at the base of Mount Equinox. The quintessential New England scenery is also the perfect backdrop for romantic couples to nestle into Fall and enjoy their 13,000 square foot full-service spa, 18-hole golf course, and, get this… a British School of Falconry, Off-road Driving School, and Field Archery.

The three course dinner will be held on Friday, October 29th and highlights the Fall Harvest of Vermont’s farms as well as items from the garden of The Equinox ’s own Executive Chef Jeffrey Russell.  If eating farm fresh isn’t enough for you fine food lovers, local farmers will share the story of the meal as it unfolds.

And who doesn’t love a good story?

An optional reception prior to dinner will also include a tour of Taylor Farms with a wine and cheese tasting.  The deliciously fresh dinner is a mere $50/person and the wine and cheese reception is an additional $10/person. Guests may also choose a weekend getaway for two which includes the dinner and two nights in luxurious accommodations for $579/couple.

We think that’s a pretty great way to celebrate Fall, the changing seasons, and farm-to-table fare.

www.equinoxresort.com

FITCAMP Malibu

 

Ms. Fitness Greta Blackburn

 

Oh Malibu… you sure do conjure up images of Pamela Anderson in her red hot one piece and Cindy Crawford  building castles in the sand with her gorgeous kiddies and hunky husband, Rande, don’t you?

Sigh.

How dare you? Well, if you want to roll with the taut and tanned, it’s time to tone up, slim down and learn the secrets of longevity with the one and only Ms. Fitness Greta Blackburn (check out those guns <–).

Along with leading scientists, physicians and fitness pros from around the globe, Blackburn, founding editor of Ms. Fitness Magazine and originator of the “boot camp” concept, will join forces for FITCAMP Malibu—a health and fitness experience from Nov. 17-21, 2010, at the Steven Breuer Conference Center in Malibu, California.

FITCAMP Malibu will build on the momentum of FITCAMP Cancun, held in April 2010, and will feature physical and mental challenges, which include the powerhouse Sprint 8 20-minute anti-aging exercise protocol featured in Blackburn’s upcoming book “The Immortality Edge” co-authored by Michael Fossel, MD, PhD and David Woynarowski, MD.

FITCAMP Malibu workouts will include:

•    Yoga for Stiffies: Hard-core practice designed to increase flexibility for new, intermediate and seasoned mat practitioners;
•    Pilates: Pioneer Mari Windsor will showcase her at-home system to help FitCampers develop a strong, sleek, toned body;
•    A mix of Hell Hikes, Power Walks, and Mixed Martial Arts-style workouts;
•    Ropes Course that will challenge entrenched fears, help with goal-setting and foster team-building; and
•    FITCAMP favorites: Butt ‘N Guts and indoor cycling with RealRyder bikes.

Physical offerings will complement FITCAMP Malibu’s “Nuke Aging” program, featuring seminars led by noted health experts recognized for their contributions to the field of anti-aging medicine. Presenters include Michael Fossel, MD, PhD, and author of Reversing Human Aging and The Immortality Edge; and David Kekich, founder and president of The Maximum Life Foundation.  David will outline his 7-step Life Extension Express program and give an insider’s overview of the conclusions from last fall’s Manhattan Beach Project.  Top Masters Athletic Performance Coach, Phil Campbell, of Ready Set Go Synergy Fitness; Fulcrum Adventures, which provides Transformational Learning Experiences; Mari Winsor, Pilates pioneer; Robert Martin of www.lookgreatnakedatanyage.com; and Taryn Bagrosky, Ms. Fitness USA, will also appear.

 

FITCAMP 2010

 

Together with Blackburn, this group of medical and fitness visionaries will declassify the secrets behind the science to help FitCampers change their physiology at a cellular level.

FITCAMP Malibu seminars will include:

•    Teleomere Basics and Beyond with Michael Fossel, MD, PhD;
•    Think and Grow Young with Dr. Kat Cotter, a certified clinical hypnotherapist; Look Great Naked at Any Age with Robert Martin;

•    Supplements That Work and Advanced Hormone Replacement Therapies, led by Dr. Kent Holtorf, Founder of The Holtorf Medical Group and a leading expert in the field of Endocrinology;
•    Life Extension Express with David Kekich;
•    The Genius Diet, a nutritional GPS to living a healthy 150 and beyond;
•    DETOX/Cleanse; an A to Z look at a process designed to fine-tune your metabolism; and
•    Meditation Secrets for the Hyper-Active Mind.

Rates for FITCAMP Malibu start at $1595 and include food, accommodations, classes, and camp-sanctioned events; previous FitCampers will receive a $100 rebate.

Airfare, airport transfers and extra nights at the resort excluded.  Registration fees are non-refundable.

So what are you waiting for? Pamela to swim out and save the beached whale?

www.fitcamp.com

Rock the Bok

Reebok's Pop Mid

Take a gander at Reebok‘s Spring/Summer 2010 Collection. Not bad, eh? We think they’re uber-fun. We also love their customization (with their own iPhone app and everything). PS. It’s currently down, but set to be back up any day now. It was that wildly popular. In fact, more people  ordered customized Reebok’s through their app than they did through the Reebok website. Talk about Mobile Innovation Nation.

But back to the shoe. Why do we like it, you ask? Well, because it feels a bit more unique and retro for the female Gen X crowd who secretly loved the pink or white classic of the late eighties. This here is the Retro pop Mid, launched by Reebok with that hot little crossed belt strap as its main feature.

It is available in four colors: white/blue, white/lime, magenta/white and black/purple. The white/lime combo with light turquoise colored straps is pretty shnazzy. The second most popular combo is the contrasting magenta with gray straps. Reebok also released three more colors to the Elite Pack, including metallic and glossy accents.

Who knew we’d be saying (past 1989) that we wanna Rock the Bok? PS. Reebok, if you’re reading this and love that copy line as much as our staff, feel free to make me an offer (or hire me full time to market your fine line).