Departing from Beirut at such an hour allows us to not only take in the raptureqe sunrise from your salty shore, but to experience the howling morning wind that comes whistling off the inland desert. This Arabian wind grooms the surface of the sea in a way that would seem impossible in the mid-day hours, surely setting for a session of smooth wave riding:
And after this aw-evoking surf, my friend and I decided it was time to experiment with another form of transportation:
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Yup; after eating at our favorite hole-in-the-wall near our Jiyeh surf spot, we decided to wander along the beach to explore what mysteries lay unseen. Though we found a number of auspicious surf possibilities along the way, the waves were small today, and we ended up getting lost and wandering though a wild marsh of reeds:
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And after the marsh came a dusty road. With the mosques imam bellowing the Friday prayer in the background, we stumbled across a few most welcoming locals. There was no need to explain our presence to these men; they knew without asking. Before we could ask for proper directions, chairs, chai and a tightly packed water pipe was ushered to us in a fine exhibit of your peoples gracious character. If I where to guess, I'd venture that this type of hospitality has been around since the days of the early Phoenicians.
you, Oh Lebanon, are some abstract, mystical literary tool that I have invented to personalize this post, I do say that the spirit of your people has enamored me write as if such a force truly exists. It is truly a pleasure to travel these lands. Please allow the raw expression of my sunburnt face to fill what words I have forgotten: