Road Trip, A Photo Essay...

“The drive is worse than torture!” “It’s not even worth the effort!”
These are some of the words of wisdom I received when I announced my intention to take my fiancé to Beirut for dinner. After exhausting all restaurants in Tripoli, Batroun and Jbeil, we decided it’s time we tackled faraway Beirut.
The Israeli bombings have made the trip from Tripoli to Beirut notoriously difficult for commuters. But honestly, I miss Beirut, so I decided to go for it. I also wanted to see with my own eyes (and camera), if life is coming back to normal in the Beirut Central District.
On the road, we found many ads on billboards for banks. The basic message is the same: We are going to survive this. We are strong. We are resilient.
Confidence or wishful thinking?

We hit the first diversion at the Madfoon Bridge (destroyed by you know who)

Which was the gateway into two major traffic congestions:
Amshit…

… And Halat

Two hours later, we arrive at Jounieh. We stop at Mc-Donald’s and grab a Mc-Flurry (Just in case you’re curious, we had Oreo and Kit-Kat. They ran out of Smarties)

It then took only 20 mins to reach Beirut. The sun was beginning to set.

We arrive at the BCD, it seemed (relatively) empty

We park the car and walk around.
Lina’s Sandwiches had a few munchers:

..But most other shops were empty


Spot the Irony:

Our initial choices for having dinner were both closed: Tamaris and Il Parlamento.

We searched for another place, and we found Scoozi.
Scoozi is one of Beirut’s Better restaurants. It prides itself with a picture on its entrance of the Ex-PM Rafic Hariri having Dinner with Jacques Chiraques, The French President, in Scoozi
The problem was: it was dead empty. Not a single person was having food inside.
Fortunately, it turned out that we were simply early for dinner. Later, more people started streaming in. (there was 7 busy tables by the time we left, including an actual Saudi family)

We get out, and to our relief, we find the district becoming alive again. It’s still way off its peak before the war, but it’s a start.

Starbucks seems to be doing well

Less lucky is Second Cup, a relative newcomer to Lebanon.

We drive to ABC, a mall in Ashrafieh. We parked where I always do, on the last floor (there’s a great view of Beirut from up there). The mall was very busy:

After some shopping (I’m glad they’re finally getting international magazines and newspapers), we drove back to Tripoli.
At 23:00 O’clock, the ride was very smooth. It only took 50 minutes.
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