An Indian, a Croatian, and an American were lost, barreling through villages in northern Syria.
“Peace be upon you! Sir, is this the road to al-Ghab, to Apamea?” Ali asked a bearded man on a motorcycle.
Even though Ali hailed from India, people often considered him Arab — khaleeji, from the Gulf.
The bearded man stopped, shook his head, and said to follow him. “Up this hill, my friends, is the shrine of Job.”
The Faster Times has just published a long Syrian road story of mine, based on a memorable cruise around the country with two close comrades. Read the rest here. The photo is of the rental Kia on the trip, dusty from the sands of Deir az-Zor and elsewhere. The photo is somewhere between Serjilla and the Ghab, probably near al-Bara.