I've discovered a time when the streets around my apartment are absolutely silent. This is a wonderful thing to know, as now I can plan when to get the best quality sleep. That time, is 5am on a Sunday morning...that's the time we got home after an incredible night dancing by the sea in Batroun.
One of my colleague's has a Danish friend who's a DJ, who invited us to a party at a beach club. There were four DJs, one from Africa, two from South America, and this Danish guy - the night was full of fabulous Latin and African music. The setting was wonderful - the restaurant/bar is right on the water in a little cove. Yassmin and I shamelessly got the dancing started at around 10pm and slowly but surely, others followed.
At about 2:30am it was time for a swim (having smartly worn our togs) and the water was the perfect temperature...but the wind, which had been blowing a bit of a gale, got me out of the water pretty quickly. It took me a while to notice, but the smell of dirt was heavy in the air, and sure enough, it started to rain. A light spray at first, then big fat drops, and then a steady pour.
While a number of people left with the rain, we continued to dance and it was a wonderful night to socialise with friends from Beirut and meet people from all over the world. We were blistered, our muscles ached, we were among the last to leave. It was definitely one of the best nights I've had in Lebanon.