Finally to the Mediterranean

The Etzel (Irgun) museum on King George Street is very comprehensive, like the Hagana museum. Both museums required identification (my passport), perhaps because both are used in IDF training, and there were a number of soldiers there learning about IDF history.  I learned a lot about their philosophy, their mission, and their operations.  They were much more than the clandestine saboteurs that are often the characterization:  they did a lot of clandestine refugee smuggling to the Land before WWII.

And we finally got to the beach, which could, of course, be seen from my rooftop apartment.  Hof Aviv is just about due west of the apartment.  We didn't get there until 1600, so we just took a few dips, caught some rays, and headed back to wash the salt off.