Stepping out of Beirut’s international airport into my guide Mohamed’s car, I asked the local if the Lebanese capital produces marble. That’s because expensive marble is laid everywhere at the airport terminal. The lavish infrastructure doesn’t bring to mind a country that has gone through 45 years of armed conflict.
Immigration officials at the airport gave the impression that they were efficient, professional and friendly. I felt that the international media had not been fair in their reports of the country.
