I was in Eilat planning to cross into Jordan and head toward Petra but could not get across the border. Instead I read that Caesarea was a major port and town so I headed north though the Negev and drive all the way non-stop. But when I got there the town was in ruins - last time I rely on Josephus for travel advice.
crossing the negev
I was in Eilat planning to cross into Jordan and head toward Petra but could not get across the border. Instead I read that Caesarea was a major port and town so I headed north though the Negev and drive all the way non-stop. But when I got there the town was in ruins - last time I rely on Josephus for travel advice.
refugees welcome here
Some video shot in Berlin in 2015 at an event I was involved in to welcome refugees.
suvla bay
Last week I visited Suvla Bay, 100 years after my grandfather landed there in WWI. In August 1915 he and tens of thousands of other fresh British troops sprang unannounced out of the turquoise Aegean in an offensive designed to undo the stalemate of the WWI Gallipoli Campaign.
The Bay is still remote and hard to get to, but quieter now than it was in his day, back then over 150,000 allied troops were on the beach shown in this video, and along the 15-20 miles of surrounding hills and coast over 3/4 of a million soldiers battled in one of the most bloody conflicts of WWI, and in what many regard as one of the greatest disasters of British military history.
My grandfather was one of the lucky to survive that disaster - I went there to remember him and the long life he had after that campaign, and to remember the friends he left behind. Of course I only remember my grandfather as an old man - I remember him just like he looks in the picture at the start the video - a picture taken of him on holiday with us on a much happer beach in my childhood days. Looking back at him now on the holiday beach, I have to wonder what memories were going through his mind.
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