I took a bus from Antep to the small border town of Killis. Once all the other passengers had disembarked, the driver happily took me to the border itself ‘for a few dollars more’. I approached the border control checkpoint on foot. The guard called out “no foot…car, car”. I looked at him and expressed (in my best body language) its just me, myself and I. He gestured to me to take a lift from a random driver and as luck would have it, a driver beckoned me over. I threw my bags into his car, had my passport stamped at Turkey “departures” and we made our way to “arrivals” on the Syrian side.
border taxi from Killis, Turkey to Azaz, Syria
The Syrian customs looked at my passport and quizzed “you go to Palestine?” “No, no – I go to Aleppo, Damascus, then Jordan” I replied. He stamped my passport and then left me hanging whilst he updated the details on his computer. People came and went. Passports got stamped. Money passed hands and dropped into pockets swiftly. Finally he gave up on filling my details and disappeared. Another guy appeared – he looked at me, stamped my half completed arrival card, handed me my passport and gestured me to move on. I obliged.
I jumped back into the car with my adopted taxi driver. His car got ‘strip searched’ at Syrian customs. Nobody said a word to me. He sped off to Azaz ( border town in Syria ) and dropped me off at the bus station. I paid him for services rendered and took my seat on the full bus to Halep/Aleppo.
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