Triathalon Man

It was overly ambitious expecting to reach Tartous before nightfall, so it was a relief when Homam cycled up alongside and invited me to stay at his home for the night. It was 10km back but then I have no fixed schedule. I am learning to adapt.

Homam is currently training for the triatholon taking place in nearby Latakia this summer. He will be the only entrant from Jable, his home town where he is something of an anomoly being so focused on sport. So we cycled back, he bought me a snack to keep me going and his brother Modar set up for me to speak to Sally on Skype.

And still the kindness goes on. A dinner spent with friends watching Arsenal versus Barcelona, a walk along the Mediterranean sea front. I am not even allowed to do my own washing. Perhaps I may get to pay for this hour at the internet cafe, but I am not banking on it.