posted on Nov, 4 2005 @ 12:52 AM
I must admit that I have a weakness for being in dangerous places. There is nothing as thrilling as watching politics you know nothing about as it
hits the streets.
One of my first travels in the middle east was in the Mid 80's.
I was in Beirut when the UN withdrew and allowed Syria to roll in. I was stuck on the ground, on foot, with like $20 usd and and a canteen of water.
I walked to the Israeli border. Not one military outfit, not even the UN, would give me a ride or a drink of water or anything. The Swedes did stop
to tell me that my life was in danger and I should leave the country. Then they got back in a landrover-looking thing and drove away.
Then the israelis started shelling, to cover their retreat. I got to see a dogfight between an unmarked Israeli F-16 and Some syrian unmarked migs.
(I think). I was 20.
I thought it was cooler than Rambo until the autocannon rds from the jets started coming down around me.
Personally, I really liked South America. I guess danger is relative. I never felt any "hate for the yanqui" or anything. But, then I emphasized
my Texan citizenship rather than my US tag. And my US currency was worth 10 times what it was at home. Luxury apartments for a few hundred a month
in the capital, a haircut for a buck, pitcher of beer for 50 cents, etc.
I spent some time in South Mexico in the mid 90's. It was a freakout because the indians in Chiapas state were trying to stage a revolution, and the
govt troops (only armed ppl I ever saw) were totally nuts, partly in fear of american spies, journalists and tourists getting in the middle.
Anyway, now with kiddoes, we only travel so the Granparents can see the progeny. No more adventures, till they go to college!!