Crossing the border

A mini-bus from Gazientep, where we had spent the previous day, to Kilis which sits right near the Syrian border.

From there, a taxi across the border, where our passports were used by the driver to buy duty-free; I get the impression that the black-market, along with the promise of cheaper fuel in Syria, goes a long way to subsidise the taxi fares.

Güle gale Turkish, goodbye English said one of the three Turks with whom we were sharing the taxi, as we crossed between the border posts.

I am excited about what comes next.

Ahlan wa sahlan, Syria.