John and Kevin both asleep at our planned beach time, I asked the front desk if it was OK for me to go the beach alone, "yeah, yeah". As I walked out the hotel drive way I heard someone running up to me, the guy from the front desk wanted my cell number for "security purposes" and brought a friend to escort me. Crazy white woman with no head cover! Mohamed guides me to the popular family beach right across the street. You know that sound of a hushed room and a hundred eyes on you....add the waves. I'm thinking I better snap a few pictures and get out of there. Next thing you know I'm under a shade tarp drinking Fanta with a local fisherman who wants to discuss Hilary Clinton in Arabic.
Beach scene Gaza style is packed with young boys romping in the surf, grabbing flotsam for surfboards. Women huddled under shade tents. Fishermen coming in on their over sized SUPs. And yes, the water is very warm!
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