You have the Cukorova plain, flat and yellow and green and fertile, and then suddenly this city rises up all modern and thriving with designer shops. When I first arrived I was worried about finding a cash machine but there’s a whole street of banks all clustered together with farmers queuing to take out money. Whatever this part of Turkey has, it’s been selling well up to now.
It’s famous for oranges apparently.
Missed the last few days, but have just caught up. Fascinating insights into modern Damascus. Hope all goes well on the return trip, and I’ll listen out for you on the radio now your Dad has told me where you’ll be.