Trying the luck in Syria.

Early in the morning (again) me and Laura were up having our boring included with the price breakfast (again). Got I taxi to the bus station bus the next bus would leave only at 5pm, we couldn’t afford to wait so we negotiated a taxi to take us.
My big dilemma was that technically I can’t get a visa at the border cuz both Brazil and Italy has Syria representative so I should get at the embassy, but I decide to try my luck anyway, the worst that could happen (and that would be very bad) was for me to be sent back to Amman having to buy a 375 US flight ticket from Tel Aviv in Israel to Istanbul.
We passed the border control and headed to the immigration office. Laura and I were in the same situation cuz Australia also has a Syrian embassy. She decide to try first, and apparently the officer didn’t know the fact that Australia had Syrian representative. He told her to go to the cashier, pay 74 U$ and go back there. Unfortunately I didn’t have the same luck, instead he gave me a transit pass which allowed me stay only for 3 days after that I would have to leave no matter what. It turned out just fine cuz I was only going to go to Syria to reach Turkey, and my visa cost me only 10 U$.
We reached the hostel around1pm, so we checked in and went in search food. Middle East cuisine has guaranteed the second spot in my list of favourite foods since I stepped in Egypt. Hummos, Baba ganoush, pita bread ( what in Brazil we call Syrian bread). Funny thing about this bread. The people here eat more pita bread than they breathe air. You can find it in the most odd places, I wouldn’t be surprised if I find a drugstore selling the taco-shaped-like bread.
At night we tried to mingled with the locals having a cup of tea and some narguile. Its was long day and before the clock stroke midnight I was fast asleep in my bed.