A day where we can do what we want, comes to an end.

The most of our group arrive today, that means all other have to wait and can relax.

Marcus told us yesterday, that we can have breakfast from 8 to 10 a.m. and all the rest of informations we will get on the day.

As I left the room in the morning, he was the first person I saw on the floor. Again he stand in front of me with a big smile on his face ;-) A short smalltalk and the knowledge that this will be a good day…

I wasn`t going to the breakfast, because the time was almost over. It was cloudy and windy weather but I thought, it was perfect for a walk to the beach. How often I could go to the beach in Cologne?!

On my way back to the camp, I met the missing kravist from yesterday (He`s from america) and four Chinese. They wanted to exploring the area and see where we actually are. I joined.

We walked along the beach, over sand hills, shells and small rock walls, because we had the information that on the other side is an old fort. We reached that place after a feeling of years of walking. But that feeling was not from the way with obstacles and small parts. That feeling  comes from prejudice, which where confirmed: Chinese photografing everything! A bad experience, it turns out at the truth … at least for these four.

The american and me also walked the most of the time a little further forward. He apologized about 100 times for that what yesterday happend.

We looked at the fort, then stopped for a rest and then decided to  separate us from the chinese (because they still wanted to continue) and we reverse to be at the camp for lunch. The plan itself was really good. But the problems started on a bridge in the middle of the fort. (the only way back to our small way to the camp) There was a man, he stopped us and ask for a ticket for that area. Until now, we both notice that the way where we gone was only a gap in a fence…

Now we had to figure out something to find a way back to beach, to the cliffs. And the bridge was the only official way, but there was the man, going up and down like a dog. But at the edge was a large wooden gate with a very wide gab. A connecting gate between the beach and the souvenir shops. Our chance!

„FIGHT OR FLIGHT!“ – easy to choose, on that time FLIGHT!

We crawled in milliseconds under the gate, stood up with enormous space and strolled along the beach, as in nothing had happened. Our hope: that no one  response us and we were ready for running for our lives! A spy movie is nothing against it!

The lunch was more then deserved.

After that, the day was more smoother. On the same time the sun comes out and we did was the day called: Relaxing. Dennis and I went to the beach. For the soul.

The rest of the day was only gone. Now and then we looked to the meeting room and saw that someone new arrived. Until then, it was time for dinner.

The majority of the group are germans. Three of them from munich, and a swiss was sitting next to Dennis. We talked like a family and know each other since only some hours. After the dinner, the group gone to the meeting room for a long and funny evening smalltalk. Everybody know that we will have fun for the next days, because we understand us.

A great group gathered in Cesarea.

Let`s go Train and let`s go Travel but don`t get hurt.