I think this was about 97. I have a very vivid image of seeing all the posters and billboards of the President, on the bus from the airport to Damascus. I'd never been anywhere with such a cult of personality before. We ended up sleeping on the rough of a hotel, as it was full.
The ruins were unbelievable. They are so complete (not ruins then) that you didn't have to use your imagination. A whole street of columns set against a brilliant blue sky tends to put some stubby post in a damp field in England into perspective.
Towl with hair.
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