Syria: Damascus – Smoking Hookah
I don’t smoke but for the purpose of being able to say “oh yeah, so the other weak I was hanging out in the old town Damascus and smoking hookah…..” it was worth a bit of inhalation. Besides, everybody and everywhere in Syria smokes, so the second hand intoxication was probably at an annual-level for me anyway. And the place was a fantastic cafe inside an old house – small entrance from the outside narrow street and a grand open space inside!
