I won't go into the details of my escape here; it would take pages and it's covered in detail in the book. In brief, a prominent Syrian judge intervened on my behalf. I'm not sure why he took up my cause -- perhaps he merely sought to right an injustice, perhaps he did not want to take part in murder, or perhaps he saw the ridiculous folly of the charge that I was a CIA spy. He is one of those I often think of when I hear news from Syria. Without his help, I have no doubt, I would be dead.

After several nightmarish days in captivity, the judge saw to the return of my gear and I was released. His last words to me, "If I were you, I'd get to Jordan as fast as possible!"

I made it to Jordan, where I finally decided to fly over Iran. There was no other choice. But I was not out of the stew yet. My papers were not in order when I arrived in Karachi, Pakistan. The Pakistanis promptly placed me in immigration detention, where I remained in limbo, unable to escape.
This is the only surviving photo of that detention before the Pakistanis confiscated my camera. We slept on cardboard boxes, and the only way to get food was to bribe the guards.
Eventually, I was deported from Pakistan to India. The U.S. Embassy became involved . . . it was a nightmare. I call this episode in my book, "The Red-Eye Runaround." Again, a map probably explains it more fully.
As you can see, I eventually returned to Pakistan in order to complete the around the world aspect of the journey (minus Iran). The solid line is the forced plane flight out of Pakistan. So . . . 

On to India