*Was fortunate enough to travel to Syria and see the country in 2008, three years before the war broke out. This homage to Syria is a reminder, the story about the country with immense cultural heritage, posted here with the wholehearted wish for peace to be restored and cities to be rebuilt.


If you enjoy having your coffee outside (as we often do in Europe), in some cafes on the curb, you would have to put some effort into finding one in Damascus. At least that was the case before the war. I walked through numerous streets of the modern part of the city in 2008 only to come across restaurant signs hanging down from building walls.


Strolling around modern Damascus at dusk

Next to one large square, with huge fountain and an imposing sculpture, there was a name tag for a cafe with „all sorts of coffees to your own taste“. I followed the sign and ended up in one small courtyard deep into the area between surrounding buildings with concrete floor and few tables. Asked for Nescafe and got a small kettle with boiling water, small jar of sugar, the other one with the coffee and the empty cup – I was supposed to mix it, well – „to my own taste“.

I guess you can have a coffee in those small places where all the customers are local men, chatting, having tea, smoking narghila and looking at passers by. Well, I guess you can.


Meeting place for men only

Guess the price

I also didn’t know that I would have to pay attention when it comes to prices. It happened very often back then that a tourist asked for a tea price (being cautious after hearing about those Syrian „jokes“). He got answered with one price. But afterwards when he wanted to pay, waiter might have asked for the amount three times that.


Bustling boulevards of the Syrian capital

Protesting won’t make any difference since the guy would only shrug like saying „it’s your problem“. Even though Syrians are famous for being extremely nice and hospitable, one just had to keep in mind that they were poor and trying to earn any pocket change they could (since the average salary in 2008 was about 150 dollars).

Alcohol beverages could be found in hotels only. And one could not expect a variety of drinks. The most frequent one was the Barada local beer, named after the Damascus river, but I have heard some foreigners speaking also about a brand from Lebanon. In the authentic Arabic restaurants with live music one could only be served a non alcoholic beer that tasted like a bitter soda tea.


Colorful buses on the streets

Rude tourists, and locals

Low economy standard was reflecting on the city itself, which ended up quite untidy. A lot of buildings in the modern part of Damascus were neglected, parks where people were resting in the shade were actually full of garbage.


Resting in one of the city’s parks

They are strict when it comes to dress code of their women, who are often completely covered, but if you are a female tourist it could easily happen that young Syrians would try to push through the crowd a bit more than they should, in order to come as near you as they can. The best advice is to avoid these „encounters“, since any reaction of yours will just be useless when those guys disappear and blend into the crowd, even though you have already started coursing out loud in your own language!

Still, tourists are not that polite as well sometimes. You can often hear European men protesting because their wives are looked at on the streets, but then again, they themselves jump right in front of every covered Syrian lady just to take another photo, without asking.


Pedestrian overpasses to the other side of the street

Syrian men are the ones who might react to this kind of behavior.

The night market

It was not that hard to go around the city. There were pedestrian overpasses above almost every larger boulevard, disposed just right so that one can easily go on foot. It was useless to even bother to look for a map of the city. I even confused few people on the street by asking them where to buy one. But, it was somewhat more interesting this way, you just have to go and explore – feeling lost all the time.


Coffee to go, Arabic way

On the way, I have come across a lot of street vendors of mulberry juice and coffee, who poured it in a specific way and were dressed in a traditional clothes. There was one at almost every corner.

Strolling along thick walls of the Old City of Damascus I have discovered small districts selling only one type of goods. I have turned into one small street and there was a neighborhood full of tiny stores with pipes, screws and tools of all kinds. A bit further, after taking another of those „eenie, meenie, miney, mo“ turns, I found myself at the market – vegetables, fruits and meat. That was a hard crowd to squeeze through, bustling, haggling, pushing, jostling, and I had to watch my step.


Charming window-terraces around old Damascus

In one of those small streets there was a market that was open for the whole day. Merchants came at seven in the morning, buyers appeared after, and it went on like that until late into the night. That day (it was Thursday if I remember it correctly, although I am not sure that the 24-hour market was reserved for Thursdays only), the bustle took place up until 1 am!


Night market with various vegetables and fruits

My hotel was in the same street and I have heard few tourists complaining the next morning that the market noise was to be heard even until 3 am.

This is actually not that bad idea if you have in mind that raw food cannot be preserved easily in such a heat (and I was there in May).

Posters of the president

Damascus and the whole country accordingly was covered in posters of the president Bashar al Assad, who took over the power from his father Hafez. The family is ruling the country since 1970’s. If you have had a chance to travel to other Arab countries, this will not come as such a surprise since you have probably seen pictures of a king or sheikh in the United Arab Emirates or Jordan, smiling from posters all around.


Haggling and buying groceries at night

It was similar here. In Damascus, for example, I have walked by one building with every one of the windows being closed and covered in portraits of the president-father and the president-sun. Their smiling faces appeared before me from every street pole I came across, every shop glass and even every car windows. The president was also greeting us from the posters at the border, saying „thanks for visiting“ and „have a good trip“.


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  • 18/04/2017

    It’s always like that, you wished you went somewhere earlier before a bad thing happens and then you regret it after you can’t go. We really hope it gets better there and one day we will be able to go again safely… Love the bus front and also people being all chill and relaxed. Good times.

  • 19/04/2017

    Beautiful pictures! And thank you for sharing. I love reading about other places around the world that aren’t the “typical” destinations!

  • 21/04/2017

    I love trying coffee sitting outdoors. Damascus looks great from the pictures although sounds a bit traditional and orthodox as well. The markets must be a good experience!

  • 2travellingsisters


    It is disheartening to even how a country once a lived a normal life and is now war-ridden. Hope the conditions get better soon as so many people are suffering due to the war :(. Great story and beautiful captures, wish we get to see the beautiful side of Syria soon.

  • finaciofotografia


    It is a shame our politics be so stupid, unfortunately, we can’t visit some countries because of them, because they want power and money. I am happy that you have been before and enjoyed the country. Unfortunately, a lot of tourists are not polite, because that some local people don’t like tourists. Many people think they are traveling in a Zoo, where they can take pictures without ask, be rude, etc… In travel I already complained with some tourists because they were doing it.

  • Nisha


    A nice insight into Damascus and life out there, Yes, some of these cultural differences could become quite embarrassing. Looks like the life is easy paced. Hope the situation becomes peaceful there and I am able to visit it. I would also like to go to Aleppo to see the largest Souq in the world.


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