We returned to our agreed meeting venue through the bazaar, which incidentally takes up most of the ''Old City". The streets were so narrow there was no vehicle traffic, consequently all goods for the stalls had to be carried manually. The men engaged in this work could carry huge loads in a basket contraption on their backs with a band from the basket around their foreheads. I observed one individual carrying four sheep carcasses in this manner. It is hard to explain what the bazaar was really like, all the streets sloped down from the main street and, as I said were very narrow, about 8 feet wide. On either side were cell like stalls in which one could buy anything, Jewelry, meat, electrical appliances, souvenirs etc. etc. It seemed strange to see an old Arab man, (they were all men), smoking a water pipe, just as you could imagine he would have been a thousand years ago, only now the man was listening to a U.S.A. made radio blaring out jazz music.

I tried my hand at buying a belt with a price tag of six shillings; it took about half an hour before we settled for three. Was it worth the time spent? Probably not as I had so little time and he had all the time in the world, but the experience was new to me. To get my own back I spent another five minutes letting him bargain with me to buy my rifle, he was very disappointed when I would not part with it for thirty shillings, little did he know I was so fed up carrying the darn thing I would have been delighted to part with it for far less, if I could.