Day 3.

The sun rising over the hills outside the balcony of my hotel room on the mornng of day 3. My doubts about heading to Syria had now gradually ebbed away, supplanted by both nervous excitement and anticipation.


After breakfast at the hotel again, we met up with Mr. Khudeda for the drive to the Syrian border.


The drive west from Duhok to the Semalka border crossing took approximately one hour. On the way we passed several more refugee camps with Yazidi who had escaped from Sinjar.