Leaving the sour old grumpy hotel owners behind, we decided to forgo the pleasures of Tripoli and made a beeline for Bcharre in the mountains. The bus trip was short mainly because Lebanon is so small, the views going round the mountain sides were beautiful although we were completely spoilt by the Atlas and Rif Mountains in Morocco – after them all other mountain ranges pale into comparison.
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| From Bcharre, Lebanon |
We met an Italian guy in the afternoon and chatted for a while, we didn't do much at all, Djalma went out for a walk around the town while I updated the diary. We went out for a mediocre dinner with a view and hit the sack early for an even earlier start in the morning.
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