The Beach

We left Anatolia for the Mediterranean. What a change. Nights are warm again, mosquitoes greedy for a night company. The beaches south of Iskenderun are wild and empty. They could look Croatian if not for few minarets peering over olive trees. They are too out-of-the-way from major airports for tourists to occupy them. We didn’t mind. Hence we spent three nights on different beaches, swimming, reading and barbecuing. Short trip break after fasting in Iran and before entering the buzz of Syria.