Dear all,
Sunny Sana'a smiles at u. The weather is gr8, we have stepped back in time! The bldgs ancient, people poor but so sweet. Our hotel is quaint, the room cute with candles around the walls. our window overlooks a tiny alley with telecom shops! The guys on the street said "hiiii"! It is a trip of days long gone by.
The smell of the place is so unique, there's fuel combustion mixed with the smell of fried food and wood ovens burning, the scent of a city is a strong part of its personality.
The sounds are just as distinct, one small window open and the whole street was in the room, mopeds whizzing past, motorbikes with broken exhausts filling the small space, cars in the distance, horns beeping every short while, the distant monotonous rhythmic drum beat from a stereo transforming the place into an open air concert and the untiring endless garble of children playing and talking as well as the youth on the street chatting and men gossiping. This was all in a room at Taj Talha
On our way we saw "the purple onion" cafeteria!
At al fakhir restaurant, our mouths are dancing with the fiery flavours of fa7ssa, selta, sa7awe8, 3eqdat la7am, 7aneet, cooked in ancient claypots from 100s of years ago and doused with the cool yoghurty flavour of shafoot and na8ee3 el zebeeb served in shimmering copper goblets with the yummy pull of the chewy khobz mulawa7
The intermission were two very short spelled power outages!
And the crowning glory of the honey drenched bent al sa7an culminated the meal washed down with gahwa gishr, shahi and shahi 7aleeb!
On our way back we passed by a resto called 3al hawa shawa!
Sunny Sana'a smiles at u. The weather is gr8, we have stepped back in time! The bldgs ancient, people poor but so sweet. Our hotel is quaint, the room cute with candles around the walls. our window overlooks a tiny alley with telecom shops! The guys on the street said "hiiii"! It is a trip of days long gone by.
The smell of the place is so unique, there's fuel combustion mixed with the smell of fried food and wood ovens burning, the scent of a city is a strong part of its personality.
The sounds are just as distinct, one small window open and the whole street was in the room, mopeds whizzing past, motorbikes with broken exhausts filling the small space, cars in the distance, horns beeping every short while, the distant monotonous rhythmic drum beat from a stereo transforming the place into an open air concert and the untiring endless garble of children playing and talking as well as the youth on the street chatting and men gossiping. This was all in a room at Taj Talha
On our way we saw "the purple onion" cafeteria!
At al fakhir restaurant, our mouths are dancing with the fiery flavours of fa7ssa, selta, sa7awe8, 3eqdat la7am, 7aneet, cooked in ancient claypots from 100s of years ago and doused with the cool yoghurty flavour of shafoot and na8ee3 el zebeeb served in shimmering copper goblets with the yummy pull of the chewy khobz mulawa7
The intermission were two very short spelled power outages!
And the crowning glory of the honey drenched bent al sa7an culminated the meal washed down with gahwa gishr, shahi and shahi 7aleeb!
On our way back we passed by a resto called 3al hawa shawa!
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