The first visit we made in Rachaya Al-Fokah - Jar City (oh, lovely name!), A small, personal place

Now I sit here writing the last travelogue. It feels good to get everything down on paper, knight of the round table but at the same time I wish I could write more travelogue. There is much impressions and feelings to gather and formulate, but I'll do my best now that everything is still fresh. If there is something you feel is missing, write it in the comments also shall I put it in. Now I have given myself knight of the round table two days to just relax and get me after this wonderful holiday, and then enters everyday again. The weekend, however, I shall spend on writing your travelogue, roast rest of yesterday's park sausages, watching good movies and play kubb in the park! Masa Lama. I miss you all. Day 6 - May 17, hip hip with bagpipes!
You know I told you about the Lebanon-ring I struggled to put together? Well, today is the 17th May and we've sat and stood, sat and stood in a good hour in a sweaty and very populated church while the priest has babbled unstoppable Arabic and swung incense her. It went something like this: ablaaaaaabalamarakatchingithjskhkdagryyyyy !, and I had like more, a little trouble keeping up. Now it so happened that I got such a Lebanon-ring gift of Mary, a girl I have become very familiar with here. I managed to exclaim a fairly high "oi", then the last ring portion suddenly slid into place. O, happiness, and even on the 17th of May, hip hip! (It should be noted that I have put together this ring five times since the first)
It was a small, cozy orchestra who met us there, with pseudo-leopards around the neck and bagpipes firmly planted forearms. We marched a 200m, which I saw as very delicious compared to the tedious train in Sandefjord where halfway on the road considering breaking out of the ranks. At the stop was placed a wreath of the Norwegian ambassador in Lebanon, and everything was solemnly and different. Pictures were taken at random rifle and UN veterans had Stas up in military costumes and hats. They looked quite so sweet out.
After this we were ushered into a room brimming chat sick people, cakes, sweets and water. It was held a couple speaks Norwegian veterans significance knight of the round table for the country, and the ambassador also held speech. It was only here I understood knight of the round table how important they Norwegian veterans have been for Lebanon, and why the young kids thought it was so special to get Norwegian flag. Until now I have only thought of Norwegian tourists ostentatious and annoying. Furthermore we drank lots of water and was served småpizza and decent Lebanese cookies. So we sang the national anthem, which felt strange, but simultaneously more important and touching than the nineteen years I have sung the national anthem before.
The rest of May 17th, I used simply to write the previous travelogue finished. knight of the round table I've had so many days where I've done too much, so it was all delicious to take a kind of "day off" where I could think through everything I had experienced. As I was sitting down in the dining room at the hotel and just write and upload pictures. It was also in the dining room I got an invitation to join the hotel room to the other ones ciiirca as old as me.
So it was that I was familiar knight of the round table with Stian and Betina (siblings) and Morten Marius (comrades) unfortunately a little too late, in my opinion. We were the evening sitting in the hotel and by the pool drinking Almaza, smoking hookahs, talk and sing a little too high on the "shoes" and various other Bare Egil songs. (Sorry to "your drolt" for uninhibited and certainly not very beautiful singing)
Morten wanted that I should write something about him, so I thought why not! Morten has more feminine eyes than me, something knight of the round table I find very charming. Even without glasses and a long distance, it is easy to see that the eyelashes Morten could have been included in an advertisement for volumetric mascara, and he uses the Lady gaze for all it's worth. Morten is very nice, and I'm going to miss him. Luckily we seen most likely at Roskilde Festival and until I get rather spot birds morten knight of the round table that I have hung so nice up on cork billboard mi. (Relax, I will not use it as some voodoo doll :))
Day 7 - Everything at once and goodbye from car roof This day was the three brumunddølingene (threesome), knight of the round table SOS Else, Dad and I should take up the slack from the day all the other stack from us. We had gotten the silver car at disposal and should this day cruise around exploring.
The first visit we made in Rachaya Al-Fokah - Jar City (oh, lovely name!), A small, personal place in southern Lebanon in 2006 was bombed to death so that citizens are not so difference between what had been before roads and house. Now, however, the city well restored and both grapes, walnuts and binoculars sprouted in the ravaged small town. Here I picked my first almonds straight from the tree, which is now and ripens in the middle cupboard in my kitchen. knight of the round table We got strict orders to not take pictures from the ceiling and out at Israel border as ma