So we were finally able to go to the beach. A few fridays ago, JG and I went to the Bulagrian beach.
I’m not sure if the beach is owned by a bulgarian, or was established by one, but it was good because that specific shore of Tripoli is exclusive for foreigners like me.
See in regular Libyan beaches, there are certain customs since this is a Muslim country. For example, women still swim in their burkas, which is why I was a bit afraid that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the beaches here if I have to go there in slacks and long sleeves. Thankfully they do not expect that from non-Muslims females or again foreigners, like me here in Libya. However, pinays I’ve talked to tell me that me that they often find themselves conscious in regular swimwears when in regular beaches. And if you were the kind of person who isn’t shy, you would find yourself the center of Libyan’s extra attention when in their beaches.
Which is why, it was great to have to visit the Bulgarian beach where you are free to dress more freely. In the entrance you can see a sign that says that single men or women are not allowed in, especially locals. They say that if you come alone you’ll have to prove that you are married, so coming as a group is always advised. Also if you’re a shutter happy like JG is, don’t bother. You will be reprimanded when someone spots you taking pictures. It’s not illegal (they won’t arrest you or take your camera) you are just not encouraged to take pictures, especially shots close to the shore. I think it’s so that some of the women won’t feel so conscious with strangers taking pictures everywhere.
However I must say that I found myself missing Philippine beaches. Back home, beach trips are usually spent playing on the shore, snorkling for shells, taking memorable pictures. But it wasn’t the same. It was so hot that day, you couldn’t spend 10 seconds standing in the sand outside any shade. Our beach tents were about fifty paces away from the water, so I had to run everytime I go in the water and back. The sand really burns your feet, if you walk slowly so running is your only option. The water felt great but there wasn’t a shell in sight or under water, which ruined snorkling. And as mentioned picture taking is frowned-upon.
In addition, the shower areas where you can change or get cleaned up were not exactly sanitary. So I spent the rest of the scorching afternoon eating (like a true Pinoy) until I got dried, changed, and showered when I got home. Oh, and due to the circumstances mentioned, JG did not bother to swim, and just sat all day. (He’s not a big fan of beaches anyway).
I did went back to swim once and while, like I said, the water was great! At least I there was that.
I also enjoyed the company we came in. It’s a group of Filipinos who bonded over tennis, and organized a small tournament amongst themselves. It was also in memory of their friend who also loved playing tennis and passed away last year. Since it was summer, they decided to hold their awarding ceremonies in the beach. JG and I mostly just sat, watched, and listened but as we did I found myself having fun just doing so. It kind of reminded me of a regular Filipino clan, holding their reunion in a beach. Except they weren’t related, but if you didn’t know them you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. That’s how close they were with each other, just like family.
All in all it wasn’t so bad. I guess I just expected so much, or maybe I just got used to beaches back at home. I am however still willing to come bach. I love beaches, and any beach is okay with me.