Another day down, and still 180 odd km from Damascus. Warm sun and a comfortable hotel didn’t help Stu shake the food poisoning from the day before, and instead of making the further leap ahead, we were forced to stop overnight in Homs. Although there wasn’t a great deal Homs had to offer from what we could see, we did find possibly the largest number of cheap dirty hotels we’ve come across. We eventually found somewhere suitable (being ill and having stopped so early our criteria was simply a private toilet and tv), and went on the search for food. What I can say, is that if you ever see anything on a menu called a “woof”, let curiosity pass you by. This is no more than dodgy hot dog, and I have a horrible feeling that it will have done me no good….