A Journey Through Time: The Ancient City of Tripoli

As I embarked on the journey from Beirut to Tripoli, I was filled with anticipation. The road stretched ahead, a ribbon of history and culture waiting to be unraveled. Tripoli, known as Ṭarābulus in Arabic, is a city that whispers tales of the past. It is a place where the ancient Phoenician era meets the Mamluke and Ottoman times, creating a tapestry of history that is both rich and profound.

Upon arrival, the city greeted me with its vibrant energy. The Citadel of Saint Gilles, or Qal’at Sinjil, stood majestically overlooking the city. This fortress, with its layers of history, from the Fatimid constructions to the Crusader and Mamluke additions, is a testament to the resilience and adaptability of the people who have called Tripoli home. Walking through its corridors, I felt a deep connection to the past, as if the stones themselves were narrating the stories of those who had walked before me.

The Al Mansouri Mosque, with its blend of Western architecture and Islamic design, was another highlight. As I stood in its large courtyard, surrounded by the echoes of prayers from centuries past, I was reminded of the spiritual journeys that have been a part of my own life. The mosque’s history, inscribed in its foundation plaques, offered a glimpse into the daily life of the Mamluke period, enriching my understanding of the cultural and spiritual heritage of this remarkable city.

The Soulful Souks of Tripoli

No visit to Tripoli would be complete without wandering through its souks. The bustling markets are a sensory delight, a kaleidoscope of colors, sounds, and scents. As I meandered through the narrow alleys of Souk Al-Harajb, I was transported to a world where time seemed to stand still. The vibrant stalls, filled with spices, textiles, and handcrafted goods, were a testament to the enduring traditions of the city.

The Khan Al-Khayyatin, with its long rectangular structure and covered central courtyard, was a particular favorite. Here, tailors and artisans practiced their crafts, much as they have for centuries. The air was filled with the rhythmic hum of sewing machines and the soft chatter of merchants, creating a symphony of life that resonated with my own journey of discovery.

In the heart of the souks, I stumbled upon the Tripoli Soap Factory, Khan el Masriyen. This historic site, originally built as a military barracks, now serves as a hub for the production of traditional Lebanese soap. The scent of olive oil and fragrant herbs filled the air, a reminder of the simple yet profound pleasures that travel can bring.

Batroun: A Coastal Gem

Leaving Tripoli, I journeyed to Batroun, a city that is as ancient as it is enchanting. Nestled along the Mediterranean coast, Batroun is a place where history and modernity coexist in harmony. The Phoenician Wall, a testament to the city’s ancient past, stood as a guardian against the sea, its stones weathered by time yet steadfast in their purpose.

As I walked along the wall, I felt a deep sense of connection to the countless souls who had sought refuge behind its sturdy facade. The sea breeze carried with it the whispers of the past, a gentle reminder of the enduring spirit of the people who have called Batroun home.

No visit to Batroun would be complete without a stop at Hilmi’s House of Lemonade. Since 1888, this family-run establishment has been serving the most refreshing lemonade, a perfect blend of sweetness and zest. As I sipped the cool, tangy drink, I reflected on the journey I had undertaken, a journey that had enriched my soul and deepened my understanding of the cultural and spiritual heritage of this remarkable region.

In the end, the Beirut to Tripoli and Batroun Tour was more than just a tour; it was a pilgrimage through time, a journey that connected me to the past and enriched my present. It was a reminder that travel is not just about seeing new places, but about experiencing the stories and spirits that inhabit them.