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A sweet discovery in the Cedars of the Lord

Wednesday, January 23, 2013 in Beirut, Lebanon | 1 comment

A candy seller with boxes of malban and noughats outside the Cedars of the Lord. Photo by David Lansing.

I couldn’t bring myself to buy any of the Lebanese cedar tchotchkes but as I wandered down the road, I came across this guy selling candy. He offered me a sample and it was delicious—sweet, chewy, and very apricoty. This is Lebanese malban which is very much like Turkish Delight only better, I think. At least this batch was.

Traditionally malban is made with grape molasses, flavored with rose water or orange blossom water, and thickened with starch. Traditionally it is stuffed with pistachios but this guy had all kinds of malban and noughat—dried peach, rose flowers, cashews, bergamot oranges, pears, dried apricots, and several different versions of pistachio malban.

I asked him to put together a mixed box of various candies, thinking I’d take them home with me. As he was doing that, I noticed Waffa sitting on a bench up the hill from me. She looked as melancholy as I’d felt walking through the cedar grove. I don’t know if it was because she was remembering coming up here as a child or if she just found the whole seen a bit less spectacular than what she’d been hoping for. In any case, I told the candy man to make me a second sampler of his malban, which I gave to Waffa when we got back in the car. She was delighted. The two of us munched on the bright, chewy candies as our car slowly wound its way down through the Qadisha Valley and back to Beirut.

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The mutilated Cedars of the Lord

Tuesday, January 22, 2013 in Beirut, Lebanon | 1 comment

An ancient tree in the Cedars of the Lord forest. Photo by David Lansing.

The Cedar of Lebanon is the most famous tree in the Middle East. Wood from these trees were used to build the original Temple of Solomon (they are mentioned in the Old Testament) and some say Noah built his ark from these trees. Today, there are only a few groves left, due to the deforestation that has taken place over the last milennia. A few trees are now being planted, but it will be centuries before this exceptionally slow growing species matures (it takes at least 40 years before it can even produce fertile seeds).

Some of the trees we saw in the Cedars of the Lord forest near Bcharré were thought to be well over 1,000 years old. I found them to be a melancholy bunch, often sitting isolated in a patch of snow, many of their limbs chopped off. They say there are very strict rules about taking any timber from these remaining trees (some 400 plus) and that the souvenirs you see in stalls up and down the road beside the cedar groves are made only from fallen branches.

I don’t know. What I saw were dozens of sacred cedars who looked like multiple amputees coming home from a horrendous war. Look at the tree in the photo above. This is an old man, a tree that began its growth when Muslims conquered Jerusalem, William of Normandy invaded England, and Genghis Khan terrorized the Chinese. Now the poor old guy has a flat top and just a few limbs left. You can see the scars up and down his trunk. Do you really think all those missing limbs were the result of fallen branches?

The fact is, the people here—like most Lebanese—have a difficult life. And many locals depend on the “fallen limbs” from the ancient cedar trees to make the tchotchkes—wall clocks, name plates, round ashtrays with bark all around—they sell to tourists. This is how they make a living. I suppose to them cutting off a branch with a slight crack in it from a windstorm is like the Masai in Kenya bleeding one of their cows; the organism survives and sustenance is provided.

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The Virgin in the cave at Bcharre

Monday, January 21, 2013 in Beirut, Lebanon

The town of Bcharre in the Qadisha Valley. Photo by David Lansing.

Waffa wanted to get out of Beirut. I felt the same. So early Saturday we hired a car to take us to the Cedars of the Lord forest near Bcharré. Bcharré is not far from Beirut as the crow flies (maybe a 110k), but once you leave the coast at Chekka, it is a slow, winding road through the heart of the Qadisha Valley.

Waffa was very excited to be going to Bcharré. She had fond memories of day trips to the Cedars with her family before the Lebanese civil war. “David, it is the most beautiful area you have ever seen,” she told. “You will see.”

I was worried that, since she hadn’t been up to Bcharré in several decades, that it would satisfy neither her memories or my expectations, or that the town would still show the wounds of the war when it was a bastion of Christin resistance against first the Palestinians and then the Syrians. But whatever damage it had suffered seems to have healed with the passage of time.

The grotto of the Virgin Mary in Bcharre.

There are two things Bcharré is known for: It is the birthplace of Khalil Gibran and there is a small museum dedicated to him here, and, not far from the museum, is a small cave with a spring called the Notre Dame de Lourdes Grotto where, legend has it, the Virgin Mary took pity on a Carmelite gardener-monk, who had to carry water up to the monastery each day to water his vegetable patch, so he made a spring appear in the cave.

Both Waffa and I were more interested in seeing the miracle spring in the grotto than the Gibran museum. But, truthfully, there was little to see—just a few toy-like statues, a few candles, and a couple of faded bouquets. Still, something about the scene moved Waffa deeply. Perhaps remembering visits here as a child. We stayed for 10 or 15 minutes before returning to the car.

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Why Hariri’s grave is in a circus tent in Beirut

Friday, January 18, 2013 in Beirut, Lebanon

Rafik al-Hariri's grave in Beirut

Hariri’s gravesite, beneath the big top, in downtown Beirut. Photo by David Lansing.

So. I went to the café where Lebanon’s former Prime Minister, Rafiq al-Hariri, sipped his last cup of coffee. Then I stood on the very spot where he was assassinated by a truck bomb. This morning I went to his rather macabre grave site next to the Mohammed al-Amin Mosque directly across the street from the Martyrs’ Square Statue (riddled with bullet holes from the Lebanese Civil War).

I say the grave site is macabre because it’s situated inside of what looks like a white circus tent. I mean, I walked in all but sure that I was at the wrong location. Surely this was a Cirque du Soleil show or something. But, no, once you get inside, you see Hariri’s coffin, covered in white roses, as well as a shrine to his slain bodyguards and others who were killed in the explosion, a photo-montage of the man, and a quarter-mile-long wall covered in hand-written messages by people from all over the world. (One such message: “Rafik Hariri is the person who made Lebanon a nice place from a place that had nothing nice in it.”)

I asked several Lebanese why Hariri’s grave was housed under a white tent 8 years after his death and got various reasons. One was that the entire Martyrs’ Square is being redone and once it’s completed, visitors to Hariri’s grave will be able to turn around and look directly at the Martyrs’ statue.

But I like the reason I heard from an old man who was paying his respects the same morning I was. He told me that the temporary tents would remain in place as a reminder that until the persons (or state) responsible for Hariri’s death were brought to justice, Hariri would not permanently rest in peace.

We’ll see, once Syria’s president Bashar al-Assad is toppled, whether this is true. I hope so.

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The battle over the St. Georges hotel and yacht club

Thursday, January 17, 2013 in Beirut, Lebanon | 2 comments

A view of the St. Georges bombed out structure from the St. Georges Beach Club, which is still open.

I didn’t come to Lebanon to investigate the assassination of Rafiq al-Hariri but I have to admit I’ve become rather fascinated by the whole affair. Particularly considering what’s going on in Syria right now.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you a related story. Yesterday, Waffa and I had lunch at the Phoenicia Hotel, which, as I’d mentioned, sits kitty-korner to where the truck bomb blew up that killed Prime Minister Hariri eight years ago. At the time, the Phoenicia was one of the glitziest hotels in Beirut but after the bombing, they had to close for many months because of the damage. After lunch, Waffa and I went on a tour of the property with the hotel’s PR director, Michelle Mallat Rishani, and I have to say the hotel looks gorgeous. More on that at a later time.

What was fascinating to me was that from the Phoenicia’s pool, you could look across the street and see the old St. Georges Hotel. The bomb exploded right in front of the St. Georges and while the Phoenicia is back in business and looking more beautiful than ever, the St. Georges is still basically just a dilapidated bombed-out shell. But there’s a reason for that which goes beyond the damage done to the hotel.

A postcard from the 60s of the St. Georges Hotel back when Liz and Dick were visitors.

Built in the 1920, the St. Georges was once synonymous with the glitz and glamour of Beirut, hosting the likes of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton as well as royalty and other celebrities such as the Shah of Iran, Egyptian diva Oum Kalthoum and the notorious double British agent Kim Philby.

“Before the (1975-1990) civil war, Lebanon was the world’s capital and the St. Georges was the capital of Beirut,” recalls Serge Nader, whose family ran the beach adjacent to the hotel until 1997.

During the war, the four-storey pink stone building was gutted by fire and sat empty for years until a new owner, Fady Al-Khoury, bought the building and began a massive remodeling of the old structure. The hotel was close to being finished when the bomb went off killing Hariri and severely damaging the building once again. The irony is that for years Khoury had been battling Rafiq al-Hariri’s development project, Solidere, over the hotel. According to Khoury, Solidere wanted to take over St. Georges’ waterfront and marina.

A statue of Hariri looks out over the St. Georges Hotel whose development he tried to stop.

Depending on who you talk to in Lebanon, Solidere is either the company that should be credited with rebuilding war-ravaged Beirut or despised for wiping out its heritage and driving its original residents and merchants out while reaping tens of millions of dollars in profits for itself.

Meanwhile, Khoury has hung a massive sign on the eastern façade of the old St. Georges with a simple, declarative message: Stop Solidere. Over the years, the government has come and taken the sign down only to have Khoury hang it back up. Meanwhile, the historic St. Georges sits empty.

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