I spent a wonderful weekend way down south, under Sour (Tyre), some 15 kilometers from the Israeli border, in the company of a lovely lady, Mona Khalil, who dedicates her life to the preservation of sea turtles.
After the cliff there’s Naqoura, a small village, and then there’s the border fence with Israel.
The place – The Orange House – is a Bed & Breakfast situated among date palms and banana plantations, on one of the nicest beaches in Lebanon. It is nice, because it is pristine and deserted. We were pretty much the only people on a 2 kilometer stretch of beautiful beach.
Mona leading the kids, at 6 in the morning, checking on the turtles.
These beaches are not as busy as the ones in Beirut because for one thing, the ladies in the south just cover up more, and you don’t see as many women on the beach. And there are just not that many people down south anyway, since the Israelis have made living down there quite difficult at times (although some people will argue that Hezbollah add to the hardship factor. Finding a bottle of wine turned out to be quite an expedition. Spinneys sells alcohol, but in a little room on the side).
The kids were eager to pick up the turtles and put them into the water.
“No, they need to do it on their own,” said Mona “They need this time to orientate themselves, so that in 20 years time, they can find their way back to this same spot.”