Sunday May 6, 2012
Tyre (Sur in Arabic) in southern Lebanon is a hotspot. A hotspot for Hezbollah, a hotspot for regular fighting with Israel (just 30km away), and a hotspot for Palestinian refugee camps. Tyre is so hot that the Australian government classifies the area as "DO NOT TRAVEL". This was my first excursion into a location with such dramatic designation, and after reading my friend Gabrielle's account of her visit naturally I was curious as to what we'd encounter.
Gabrielle strongly recommended we visit Tyre with a local. However, my Australian friend Adam, American friend Tia and I decided to go unaccompanied. We thought that choosing an arbitrary stranger off the street and naively asking "Can you take us to Tyre?" would probably be asking for trouble.
We caught a mini-bus down to the city, a mode of transport very common in the Middle East. The usual chaos of Lebanese traffic and driving had us reaching for our vomit bags - the bus almost smashed into an oncoming Mercedes, and to this day I don't know how our driver managed to slide out of the way on the gravelly surface. The youths driving that old Merc' are very lucky they're not tomato juice now.
As we approached Tyre the Shi'ite and Hezbollah influence of the region became evident. Large portraits of the Iranian figure Imam Khomeini started popping up on buildings; military checkpoints began slowing our progress; and UN peace keeping (UNIFIL) armed vehicles joined the traffic.
The only time I was nervous during the entire day trip was when two UNIFIL vehicles drove directly in front of our mini-bus. For some reason I'm at peace with government travel warnings about artillery fire but my mind kept replaying the advice "Do not drive close to UN vehicles as they are the targets for roadside bombs". I kept a careful eye on the UNIFIL trucks like it was filled with delicious ice cream.
Upon landing in Tyre all I could think was that it was a lovely seaside city. From the families enjoying snacks on the seaside promenades, to the busy souq, to the young women dressed in western clothing, to the young men swimming in the beautiful Mediterranean water, nothing raised any alarm. I thought "What's all the fuss about?!"
We walked through the souq, where the merchants were enjoying a busy Sunday afternoon. There was some staring of the obvious foreigners, but no more so than in other parts of Lebanon outside of Beirut. And they were definitely friendly curious stares, not a menacing "What are you doing here?" glare.
Later at the corniche one particular teenager tried his best to impress the three foreigners by doing wheelies on his motorbike. On the beach many locals were basking in the warm weather; some women were dressed in summer gear while others were playing on the sand in full head-to-toe Islamic garb. Young men were swimming and giggling, while older men were fishing off the rocks. It was all very Lebanon.
After officially not purchasing any pirated DVDs in the markets (How do they have Hollywood films that have not even been released in western cinemas?) we enjoyed lunch at a seaside restaurant. Unfortunately there was an argument about the bill there. It escalated to an ugly moment where the owner just said "Don't worry about it" and tore up the bill - some sort of reverse psychology or guilt trip, we gathered. We left a pile of money which was a compromise between what they thought our total was and what we thought, and walked out of there. We semi-anxiously joked to each other, "Hmmm, he might call his Hezbollah mates to come get us. Let's walk quickly!"
Tyre hosts a couple of fantastic Roman ruins. After visiting those we skirted around a massive Palestinian refugee camp - reportedly seedy lawless places where extremism arises - which is a no go zone for normal Lebanese folk let alone foreigners.
By then we had enough of walking in the heat and decided to return to Beirut. We came to a busy intersection where there were mini-buses lined up. Two operators were literally pulling us back and forth to get our business. They tried to out-do each other on price and was trying to convince us that the rival was not actually going to Beirut. Then they began emphatically shouting at each other, presumably for feeding us lies about the other. For the consumer the scene was fantastic. Why don't Gerry Harvey and Rus Kogan yell at each other on the street in Australia, that would be hilarious!
The larger bus promised us a ride for 2000 pounds (AU$1.33) while the smaller operator bid 4000 pounds ($2.66). Aside from the price our natural instinct was to go to the bigger bus, thinking "We won't be kidnapped in a big bus, surely."
Adam and Tia boarded the bigger bus, but just before I hopped on, to be 100% sure, I asked "This is DEFINITELY going to Beirut, yes? And it's 2000 pounds?". The operator then said "Saida for 2000 pounds. Beirut - 4000 pounds."
I barked at Tia and Adam and we were out of there! The smaller bus was glad to see us back and welcomed us on board, with the driver justifiably grinning that he didn't lose customers to the big boys who had attracted us misleadingly.
After another nauseating mini-bus ride back to Beirut our adventure to the "Do Not Travel" zone was complete, with no physical or mental scarring.
Tyre (Sur in Arabic) in southern Lebanon is a hotspot. A hotspot for Hezbollah, a hotspot for regular fighting with Israel (just 30km away), and a hotspot for Palestinian refugee camps. Tyre is so hot that the Australian government classifies the area as "DO NOT TRAVEL". This was my first excursion into a location with such dramatic designation, and after reading my friend Gabrielle's account of her visit naturally I was curious as to what we'd encounter.
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| Tyre, Lebanon: market area |
We caught a mini-bus down to the city, a mode of transport very common in the Middle East. The usual chaos of Lebanese traffic and driving had us reaching for our vomit bags - the bus almost smashed into an oncoming Mercedes, and to this day I don't know how our driver managed to slide out of the way on the gravelly surface. The youths driving that old Merc' are very lucky they're not tomato juice now.
As we approached Tyre the Shi'ite and Hezbollah influence of the region became evident. Large portraits of the Iranian figure Imam Khomeini started popping up on buildings; military checkpoints began slowing our progress; and UN peace keeping (UNIFIL) armed vehicles joined the traffic.
The only time I was nervous during the entire day trip was when two UNIFIL vehicles drove directly in front of our mini-bus. For some reason I'm at peace with government travel warnings about artillery fire but my mind kept replaying the advice "Do not drive close to UN vehicles as they are the targets for roadside bombs". I kept a careful eye on the UNIFIL trucks like it was filled with delicious ice cream.
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| Tyre, Lebanon: Aww, coloured chicks for sale. |
We walked through the souq, where the merchants were enjoying a busy Sunday afternoon. There was some staring of the obvious foreigners, but no more so than in other parts of Lebanon outside of Beirut. And they were definitely friendly curious stares, not a menacing "What are you doing here?" glare.
Later at the corniche one particular teenager tried his best to impress the three foreigners by doing wheelies on his motorbike. On the beach many locals were basking in the warm weather; some women were dressed in summer gear while others were playing on the sand in full head-to-toe Islamic garb. Young men were swimming and giggling, while older men were fishing off the rocks. It was all very Lebanon.
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| Tyre, Lebanon |
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| Tyre, Lebanon: Roman Hippodrome |
By then we had enough of walking in the heat and decided to return to Beirut. We came to a busy intersection where there were mini-buses lined up. Two operators were literally pulling us back and forth to get our business. They tried to out-do each other on price and was trying to convince us that the rival was not actually going to Beirut. Then they began emphatically shouting at each other, presumably for feeding us lies about the other. For the consumer the scene was fantastic. Why don't Gerry Harvey and Rus Kogan yell at each other on the street in Australia, that would be hilarious!
The larger bus promised us a ride for 2000 pounds (AU$1.33) while the smaller operator bid 4000 pounds ($2.66). Aside from the price our natural instinct was to go to the bigger bus, thinking "We won't be kidnapped in a big bus, surely."
Adam and Tia boarded the bigger bus, but just before I hopped on, to be 100% sure, I asked "This is DEFINITELY going to Beirut, yes? And it's 2000 pounds?". The operator then said "Saida for 2000 pounds. Beirut - 4000 pounds."
I barked at Tia and Adam and we were out of there! The smaller bus was glad to see us back and welcomed us on board, with the driver justifiably grinning that he didn't lose customers to the big boys who had attracted us misleadingly.
After another nauseating mini-bus ride back to Beirut our adventure to the "Do Not Travel" zone was complete, with no physical or mental scarring.
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