Harran

Where I expected sand and rock, I see fertile fields and dozens of concrete irrigation channels. Aziz is driving like a maniac, Bob Marley blaring from the stereo. Since myself, Laura and a Swiss couple going by bicycle to Iran all wanted to go to Harran, Aziz offered to drive us.

10 km from the Syrian border, the town is famous for strange hive-houses made of mud, the ruins of a Arab Islamic University and an incredible 3 storey castle, from the top of which you can see Syria. The Arabs living in harran are funny. A 19 y.o. boy comes up to Laura, asks her age, her country, then proposes marriage, offering a $15,000 dowery. Too low. His sister's asking price is $17,000.