So I am now in Beirut. I arrived alive and well. It was kind of obvious from the time I was transfering in cyprus, that was not headed to a first world country, but I made it. One piece of luggage did not, but I heard they found it, and I now neeed to figure out a way to retrieve it.

There was almost an incident over a moist towelette, but I will describe that later.

Beirut can be Tel Aviv or a run down part of Jerusalem if you just put up a few Hebrew signs. There is something so similar about the look.