Mount Sinai: And, lo, there was light

I AM freezing cold, yet pouring with sweat, my heart is banging away as if about to burst and my legs feel like jelly. After three days of battling post-Cairo stomach problems (the details you don’t want to know) I’m already weaker than a decaf latte. And I’m still only 30 minutes into the three-hourContinue reading “Mount Sinai: And, lo, there was light”

Beirut 2004: The good times roll

AFTER ONLY a few hours in Beirut, I wonder how these wonderfully warm and kind people could ever have fought a bloody civil war so recently. Stepping outside my hotel to take a taxi, or just trying to cross the road, and that question almost answers itself. Whether it’s homicidal or suicidal tendencies, Lebanon’s driversContinue reading “Beirut 2004: The good times roll”