Friday, December 31, 2010

Touring Syria

When Noraishah and I looked at the itinerary for this group tour to Syria, we had some reservations. The itinerary was packed and much time would be spent traveling in buses. We decided to go for it anyway and signed up. We wanted to see Syria but there was no group that offered free and easy travel to suit our need. It turned out to be so crazy. We experienced Syria, Lebanon, Jordan and Baitul Mukaddis. The tour was really killing. The day we were flying home I was down with fever, cough and cold. At home, for 2 days I couldn't do anything except rest and slept. Now I am up and about I decided to write my journey before it fades away from my memory.
We arrived in Damascus on 18 Dec 2010 and immediately went in a bus to Aleppo, 375 km north, an ancient city in Syria. It was cold, 13 degrees Celcius. We had to walk quite a distance to Martini Hotel as buses cannot go through the narrow street. Shivering, I walked as fast as I could. Martini Hotel was a delight, an old traditional Syrian house turned into hotel. Dinner, then bed to rest my tired body.
In Aleppo:
1. Aleppo Citadel - the first Muslim castle that had not been penetrated by the Christian crusaders. There were clever watch holes everywhere to check whether there were enemies. The moat surrounding the castle is dried now.
2. Umawi Mosque Aleppo where the tomb of Prophet Zakaria was. For ladies who wore pants, we were given a robe to be worn before entering the mosque area. We prayed Jama' Zohor and Asar. Ablution was torture as the day was freezing cold.
3, Walked through the narrow street of the souk with millions of people jostling and pushing past. Reminded me of Fes in Morocco. We couldn't buy anything, it was impossible. Anyway, I wasn't interested in shopping.








19 Dec 2010, we left Aleppo early to go to Damascus, 450 km away, and stopping along the way to see the historical sights. The bus ride was gloomy with 14 degrees temperature. Syria is famous for its pistachio nuts but since it's winter, the plants were pathetically lethargic with branches devoid of leaves. I wanted so much to see the plants but it wasn't to be.
4. In Hama, the 4th largest city in Syria, we visited the old windmills which once provided the city with power. Now the two windmills were at standstill to become tourist attractions. The water level of the river has lowered and pollution set in. The drizzling cold weather and limited time allowed didn't permit us to explore around it. The cold weather is Syria forced us to look for toilets every now and then and Hisham, the guide, wasn't so pleased for the frequent stops!




5. The drive up a long steep hill to Crack Des Chavelier castle, 750 meters above sea level, was breathtaking. The winding roads provided a panoramic view of the Homs valley. The Arab Muslims under Sultan Mamluk Zaher were able to chase away the crusaders and took hold of the castle and thus remained in Muslim hands from then on.






















The Homs valley.









6. In Homs we stopped at Khalid Al-Walid mosque and visit his makam. Arrived in Damascus late in the evening, very tired. We were told that we could drink water straight from the tap here as it came straight from spring water. That was good.







Food in Syria mostly consisted of fresh salads, lamb and chicken and occasionally fish. I love the food, it's healthy and they used a lot of olive oil. The many attractive pickles tempted me so much that caused me gastric attacks. From then on, no matter how attractive the pickles were, I avoided taking them. What a pity!!
By this time, I felt the strain of hectic traveling with little rest. But I had to go on gritting my teeth, wondering why I made this trip. Traveling in group wasn't so fun when many members' goal was shopping and had little respect for time. I hate waiting for late comers and wondered how they felt. Didn't they feel guilty for making others wait for them? Malaysians are notorious for being selfish and blatantly disregarded others' comfort.
7. Visit to Bosra, an old historic city where in Buheira Cathederal, an old Greek Orthodox priest told Prophet Mohammad that he would be a prophet. Visited the Roman Amphetheatre and Al-Umari mosque, the first mosque built in Syria during Khalifah Umar Al-Khattab ra. The complex is so big, full of Islamic history.



















21 Dec 2010, another long drive to Qosiyun mountain where makam of Habil (son of Adam who was murdered by his brother, Qabil). Along the way, there was much snow on the ground and we passed security areas where we weren't supposed to take photos. Then back to Damascus for more sightseeing.






The huge souk is around the Damascus Citadel and Umawi Mosque Damascus where makam Prophet Yahya is.












At makam Prophet Yahaya in Umawi mosque, Damascus.





This mosque is described as an architectural wonder and it's really is. Nearby was Makam Salahuddin al Ayobi, the Muslim worrier who freed Arab land from the cruelty of the crusaders. I was quite overwhelmed over the information about Islamic history found in abundance there. I just remember that during Prophet Mohammad's time, he traded in Syam and Syam was Syria.





Inside Umawi mosque, Damascus.











Masjid Umawi courtyard.













I took loads of photos and some I have forgotten where they were taken. My travel journal is not helping either as I wasn't able to describe the places the photos were taken. To those who read my blog and recognize the photos, please let me know whether I labeled them correctly.
There are a lot more of Syria that I would like to see at my own leisure. Insyallah, one day I may find my way back there again.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Bukit Merah Lake Resort

It wasn't in our plan but when Budin offered his voucher for free stay at Bukit Merah Lake Resort Service apartment, Ama and I couldn't refuse. So we left serene Taiping Lake Garden and headed north after visiting tantalizing Kuala Kangsar.




The over 100 years old trees lined the road of Taiping Lake garden.







Part of Taiping Lake garden.









It was quite a disappointment for me for not being able to see the exhibits in the Royal Museum in Kuala Kangsar - this was my third attempt. It was under renovation. The beauty and intricate traditional Malay design of the palace really fascinated me. I promised I'll go again one day, really make a point of seeing the treasure of my heritage inside - insyallah.














The most photographed mosque in Malaysia, Ubadiah mosque at Bukit Chandan, Kuala Kangsar.













The Raja Azlan Gallery in Kuala Kangsar.








It was a smooth drive by the highway to Bukit Merah. I was amazed to see the resort is so beautiful with calm, blue lake beckoning visitors. We didn't waste time and explored the area before it turned dark. One thing we did first was to go for foot massage for relaxation after working our feet hard.




The next day, 10 Dec 2010 (Friday) we took a trip to orang utan island for RM 25.00 for adults and RM 10.00 for seniors like me.








Look at the gorgeous baby orang utan in a nursery clutching her security pillow, sight that was so delightful, remind me so much of my adorable Rania.
















The nursery. A baby orang utan panicked when his carer walked away from her.










Unlike in Sepilok and Semenggoh, the orang utans here view us, humans, in a cage whilst they roam the outside world freely. This is a wonderful concept which visitors have to walk through a sheltered tunnel-like walkway while the orang utans watched.









Amalia with a baby orang utan in the nursery - separated by glass.











Orang utan island in Bukit Merah Lake Resort.







The view of the lake is spectacular especially the view over the Kampung Air, a cluster of wooden chalets grouped together on water. I plan to stay there one day. It's a fantastic place to relax and focus on what you want to do next.
















Entrance to Kampung Air at Bukit Merah lake Resort.










View of the lake in the evening with floating islands.














The jetty to the boat to orang utan island.












Bukit Merah lake.










Bukit Merah Lake Resort lakeside.








We took loads of photos. Ama complained that I didn't smile and looked ever so serious in photos. That reminded me of what my students used to say too. So smiles, here I come and I think I did look better and softer - not so garang and serious.


Like my smile?





Coming home was a bonus. Rania was so excited upon hearing my voice calling her name. The moment she saw me, she crawled towards me so fast with a big welcoming smile. I love my little jantung pisang, my princess, my heart..........









Rania reading her favourite book - upside down.















Rania having great fun splashing water in a wash basin as her bathtub.