Back in Beirut

My dear Friend Yasmine picked my up, she gave me her gossip of her newfound boyfriend whose actual swedish, we had a laugh and I checked in the Regis Hotel.

The Borat impressionist manager Mazen welcomed me and I checked into my room and went straight to the balcony to see Beirut, to the left the ocean, the right the uprising hotels.

I truly love this city, the smells, the sounds, the overexaduratd capetalistic mentallity and its humble tyrany, but most of all I like the hospitality, so far from us in the cold north and so warm like them in the close south.

In front of me was the trafic with its permanent getaway peddle-to-the-metal attitude that get your adrenaline pumping whether you are inside or outside the car. Nearby me are the cool chilled bars with longdrinks that make the night seem short, all around me is the diversity all the religions and different people cramped into a tiny spot between the white mountains and the azure ocean. Its good to be back in Beirut!