The boys in Baalbek

George has been in town for a few days, taking a break from the winter chills of the UK in order to explore the madness of Lebanon. So of course, a road trip to Baalbek had to be on the agenda (as well as trips to Tripoli, Byblos, Harissa, and all over Beirut).

I didn’t take too many photos myself during the visit, but here are a few from Baalbek. The first two were taken by Mitchell. He’s getting pretty good, isn’t he?

The wonders of Baalbek and Aanjar

As you may have already deduced from earlier posts, Lebanon is full of old stuff.  Much of it is poorly preserved or else some new horrible concrete monstrosity has been built over the top of it.

But just occasionally, the odd historical gem has been left in good condition.  Two such examples are Baalbek and Aanjar, both of which are in the Bekaa valley.


Aanjar is often cited as the only real remaining Umayyad site in Lebanon – a remnant of the 7th and 8th century Muslim caliphate. The area was only rediscovered in 1939 after several thousand Armenian refugees settled there, with excavations commencing ten years later.

Walking along the main street of this walled town you get a real feel for what life might have been like back then. Hundreds of shops are clearly visible, as are the bathhouses, mosques and two palaces. It’s history that you can reach out and touch. And as is so typical of historical sites in Lebanon, on any given day you’ll have the place all to yourself. Certainly Christopher and I did, on a glorious autumnal day.


Baalbek is widely considered as a Roman ruin, but the Romans merely expanded and improved upon a much older site focused on hedonism and the worship of the Sun God. Baalbek is the home of the original Bacchanalian feast, with ritualised prostitution and other pleasures of the flesh and soul. Oh, and the odd bit of human sacrifice too.

Upon first arriving in the town of Baalbek you have to fight your way through a horde of annoyingly persistent street hawkers trying to flog off Hizballah t-shirts and crappy postcards, as well as a bunch of ratty kids offering to watch over your parked car (as if anyone’s going to break into your car in the middle of Hizballah territory – you could leave the keys in the ignition and no one would flog your ride).

Then eventually you get into the site, and WHAM, you’re confronted by the sheer scale of this place. There are a bunch of different parts to the complex but the most impressive are the six remaining columns from the old Temple of Jupiter, and the almost complete Temple of Bacchus. The columns of both tower above you and it really is quite amazing to stand at the base of these monsters and look up at the capitals 40-50 metres above you.

Needless to say, the photos below just don’t convey how big these temples are.