Lebanon 24/7
The first chapter of 'Lebanon 24/7' by Martijn van der Kooij Buy this book here world wide https://amzn.to/2MVHTvw or here in the Netherlands https://bit.ly/2LqB00H
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The media famously portrayed the young Lebanese jet set driving<br />
through the battered capital in a sporty red convertible, flaunting<br />
trendy sunglasses and expensive outfits, the wind in their hair.<br />
The war with Israel caused me to cancel my trip, but this odd<br />
cliché caught my attention and intrigued me even more. I had to<br />
go to Beirut, no matter what.<br />
Everything went smoothly once I landed at the small, modern<br />
Rafiq Hariri airport. The signs at customs seemed absurd to me:<br />
Lebanese in the left lane, Arabs in the right. As if Lebanese people<br />
weren’t Arabs. It was only later that I discovered that many Lebanese<br />
people feel Phoenician, claiming as their ancestors the Phoenicians<br />
who inhabited the land from 1500 BC. This learned group<br />
settled in the city of Byblos, north of Beirut, and developed one of<br />
the world’s first alphabets (which forms the basis of our alphabet).<br />
Recent DNA research has proved the Lebanese right; the majority<br />
are indeed genetically related to the Phoenicians, rather than to<br />
the Arabs. A collective sigh of relief was breathed all over <strong>Lebanon</strong><br />
when this news broke.<br />
From my past travels through Egypt I had found taxi drivers in the<br />
Arab world to be lying, cheating thieves. Once, in Cairo, a driver<br />
told me he had no change, but only after taking my banknotes. He<br />
then forced me out of the car. So I arrived in Beirut as a cautious<br />
man, to say the least. I ignored the men shouting ‘taxi, taxi’ in<br />
the arrival hall (who tend to be the crooks) and went outside to<br />
the official taxi rank. There I found a driver who said he knew<br />
my hotel and offered a fair price to take me there. Off we drove,<br />
into the busy late night traffic, in a ‘free style’ that immediately<br />
reminded me of Egypt. It was my first experience of what I later<br />
realised were the driving rules of every Lebanese driver: overtake<br />
from the left or right on the highway? Fine. Take up two lanes? Be<br />
I In Beirut<br />
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