Friday afternoon I made arrangements with a knowledgable taxi driver
to take a tour of the Bekaa Valley area of Lebanon on Saturday. Bekaa
is an elivated plateau that lies east of Beirut and the Mount Lebanon
mountain range. Syria and the anti-Lebanon mountains border to the
west. Bekaa is particuraly strategic for Syria because it acts as a
buffer zone against an Israeli offensive.
My plan for the day was to visit the ancient sites in Bekaa;
particurarly Baalbeck and Anjar. I also wanted to get a general sense
of the place. Was it true what I had read about the Syrian military
that occupies the region and the Hezballah precense?
I met the driver around 10. We went for a short tour of the Green Line
areas around Beirut. I gained much insight into the neighborhoods and
divisions. The term "Green Line" actually refers to a stretch of
road/land that winds through Beirut that was a no-man's land during
the war. The line was overgrown by vegitation and named the "Green
Line".
As we got away from downtown (Waslett al Midan) the effects of the war
become more apparent. Entire blocks remained in nearly the same
condition as when fighting ceased in 1990. Each different neighborhood
was pointed out to me. Some Sunnah dominated, some Christian, and some
Shia. The conversation revolved around the Shia districts which are
still divided between Hezballah and AMAL. This short part of the day
really prompted me to read more about the divisions and in-fighting
during the civil war.
We headed out of Beirut along the Damscus Highway. Along the way we
stopped at a military monument. It was massive column of concrete that
had whole pieces of tanks and armor imbedded in the structure. Quite a
sight but didn't really have an emotional feel to it. It came off
very, well military and cold. It was positioned next to the entrance
of a Lebanese military base and we gained an armed visitor monitoring
us as we walked the site.
Heading through the mountains was interesting. Each town/village has
it's own flavor. Some Sunni, Shia, Christian, and Druze. Tourists,
mainly from the Gulf, come to resorts in the area to escape the
oppressive heat during the summer. It's always strange to hit an
ultra-modern concrete building after passing by kilometers of
villages. I'll never understand the khaleeji love of ugly concrete
structures.
The driver and I had been talking about the Syrians and he took me on
a mini-tour of a few recently vacated military camps. The Syrian army
had positioned itself on most all mountain tops and they commanded
views of the valleys in the area. There were dugouts from hundreds of
tanks that had been positioned in defensive positions throughout the
area. Apparently, most of the tanks had vacated about 2-3 weeks back.
The barracks and living conditions were at best harsh. I had a feeling
that this was probably a prime assignment in the Syrian army. If that
is true I can't imagine how bad the regular army in Syria has got it.
Some of the areas had been taken over by Lebanese military, but many
were simply abandoned.

A largely abandoned Syrian military tank park in the mountains near the Damascus highway.
We made a quick diversion to tour a vineyard on the way to Baalbeck. I
hadn't known there was wine production in the area. Interesting tour;
aparently the Romans had used an underground cavern to store and age
their wine. It was abandoned until a Jesuit group built a church on
the land and inadvertently found the cave. The Jesuits then started
wine production. It's currently owned by Lebanese. The wine tasting
was ok, but truthfully I have no idea what I'm doing in that
department. I like wine, liked Italian wine, but the swishing and
swirling is beyond me. I ended up buying two bottles for $10 but
realized that bring them back to Dubai would be an issue and unloaded
them later.
Headed off to Baalbeck. I've seen a fair amount of Roman ruins in the
last year and these were some of the best perserved I've seen. It's a
relativley small and contained area but well maintained. Massive main
temple complex. The columns had Corinthian leaves so I figure the area
was built up during the Hellinistic period. Truthfully, I'm a little
tired of walking around these types of places. Overload. I checked all
out was impressed but only spent about an hour and a half there.
Beautiful views of the mountains. Must have been a great city/state in
its time.

Exploring the Baalbeck ruins.
Before leaving the ruins I wandered over to the museum. Interesting
collection but I was the only one looking at it. At least until some
Syrian officers wandered in. It was a sight. Four high ranking
officers drinking swaggering through the museum. They reaked of
alchol. I figured they were on their fairwell tour after 30 years. I
briefly greeted and talked with one of them in Arabic. They seemed in
pretty high spirits for a army withdrawing under a cloak of shame. eh.
Everyone likes a happy drunk. Later my driver told me that they were
high ranking officers who were coming to give finals instructions to
the garrisons in the area regarding the withdrawl.

The Syrian officers' truck outside of the Baalbeck museum.
We sat down for lunch at a meat show in the town. My favorite kind of
meal here. We sit among the lamb or cattle that had been butchered
that morning. The butcher cut up some meat for us, skewered it, and
threw it over the hot coals outside. Grilled a few tomatos and onions
and I was in heaven. Hot damn. The driver got some tasty bread and we
feasted. You just can't match fresh well seasoned and cooked meat. I
watched a couple of tour buses drive past our spot. I'll never get
those tours. You speed through the interesting culture just to see
ruins of culture that has been gone for more than a thousand years.
Same as Egypt and Jordan. I just don't get that either. A little work
goes a long way in my opinion.
We left in mid-afternoon and headed towards Anjar. We were winding
through a series of villages in the Bekaa. Many were covered by
Hezballah banner with pictures of marytrs along the road. That part
was a little surreal. Hezballah supporters had setup a "checkpoint" at
one point. Really, it was just a roadside donation stop. They offered
free sweets because of the Prophet's birthday holiday. My driver
stopped got some sweets for he and I then left without giving any
donation. He wasn't much of a Hezballah supporter.

Hezballah exerts a little bit of influence in towns around the Bekaa.
Down the road we ran into a pro-Lebanon rally. During the day we had
seen signs and buses head towards rallies. I decided to stop because
of the lack of Hezballah or conservative Christian signs in the area.
It was a demonstration supporting Hariri and demanding the Syrian
exodus. I only stayed about 20 minutes. Early on during the trip it
occured to me that I was visiting a modern day fall of the Berlin
Wall. It was explained to me that had this happened two months ago the
mukhaberat would have come and machine-gunned the crowd and taken
many back to Syria where they would have become "disappeared". The
power of unity struck me while standing on the outskirts of the
demonstration. Of course, the real reason for Syrian withdrawl is
American pressure but the Lebanese demonstrators didn't hurt the
effort.

The recently emboldened Lebanese demonstrators.
Not much to see at Anjar. Anjar is a mainly Armenian town inhabited by
refugees that fled Armenia during the 1930s. The ruins weren't
spectacular and I didn't even pay the ticket price to get in. eh. We
took another tour of Syrian military posts. Anjar is right on the
border so we did run into a fair amount of troops. Many were beating
down walls of their camps or taking down tents. We also saw some
mukhaberat. We had only come across two other intelligence
check-points but being that close to the border I expected them.
Friendly enough, no problems.
I heard the story of a dedicated military line that runs through
Anjar. It is seperate from the official boder crossing. Apparently it
directly links Iran and Syria to Lebanon. The occupiers had used it
for many years to ferry people and supplies in and out of the country.
Apparently, it became an issue after the withdrawl was announced. The
Lebanese started to check vehicles after the small bombings in Beirut.
They found two cars laden with C4 about 2 weeks previous. After that
the military line was closed. The Lebanese even opened fire on
vehicles that tried to cross. Curious that this all occured at the
same time the bombings stopped. Coincidence? I think not.
We made our way back to Beirut without event. The whole trip was
actually pretty draining even though all I did mostly was sit in the
passenger seat of a Mercedes.
The driver wanted to stop by his home and drop off some grocries he
had bought during the day. I readily agreed because I wanted to see a
different side of Beirut. His neighborhood was in a Hezballah
stronghold and across the street from an AMAL neighborhood. He lived
in an apartment on the top floor of a monlithic concrete building with
his wife and 6 children. When we got there the electricity had been
turned off. This is a fairly common occurance, I was told. During the
war the mukhaberat had three stations in the neighborhood but now they
had left. The area had been the only area during the war that always
had electricity.
Ahmad is a Shia muslim but dosen't associate with either AMAL or
Hezballah. Listening to him speak all he wanted was peace and a chance
to make some more money and provide for his family. Really, what else
is there? Anyways, we sat and drank tea and chatted for a bit. I
talked with his kids who had varying degrees of English fluency. I
just had to find the right topic to coax it out of them. For one son
it was football. Chelsea, Real Madrid, AC Milan; I didn't think I was
going to be able to leave. His youngest daughter, 11, impressed me
most. Her English was excellent without accent. I like being able to
move back and forth in English and Arabic even if my Arabic is pretty
spotty at times.
Ahmad dropped me off back at the hotel. I wasn't sure if I'd see him
again so I said my goodbyes. I had hoped to meet up with a friend, but
he was out of town. Rested for a few hours and watched some TV. It is
nice to get away and be able to sleep in a room alone and watch TV.
The small pleasures of life.
More later...