Friend's beach

Our beach down the valley (take leftside path (!) at Selim Bey's Taksi place). It is a simple hut, unfortunately the nice tamarisk has been killed by the storm last winter. By day we sit at the tables, play cards - how many times with Nilgün and the neighbors Gaye and Feriha -, then we go to swim. Kemer beach is always windy, the water though very clear. People swim in a kind of marked field near the shore, not to get hurt by unskilled windsurfers. On iskele of Armonia Otel some topless ladies - Hardy takes photos of them. We have been here with Bubumeli and Interferenze, we used to play with Basak Hanım, we see lots of friends. Özlem, the owners wife, wears watermelon breast (like all Özlems?), Osman and Sadi Bey are serving chips, Hardy teaches us to eat them with vinegar. It is our beach, yess. Just now we go selfthree, Fırat , Dinç and I. Dinç meets Hande there, Ferihas flowering granddaughter with the childrens voice. They met through Sütlaç, which is rented for a couple of minutes by the girls around us. Feriha is trying to keep them apart. Will she succeed?