Syria: Stage 3
My bus has left, not wanting to wait for my passport issues. I think the driver was trying to tell me I could get on another bus that comes through at 1pm, but I'm not really sure.

The Norwegian and Australian were processed, no problem. I think maybe my mistake was saying I was passing through to Jordan, when he asked where I was staying, because the officer sighed and appeared annoyed, as if I just invalidated his paperwork.

Anyway, I'm sitting in a cavernous immigration hall, at the border of two countries whose languages I don't speak, passport out of my custody, and I'm just waiting. Hopefully, if I wait long enough, someone will come with my passport in hand, telling me I'm all set. Or, more likely, pointing toward the exit and making a shooing motion.

Labels: bar trip

- posted by roger @ 10:41 AM