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Montazah Fresh sea spray with a salty zing. A fusion of brine and moist greenery. Blasts of cool, bracing wind, recently washed by the changing tide. This was a different world from the dirty, bustling streets, which I was so used to. This was Montazah. As I scrambled over the imposing, maze-like rocks and boulders, I felt exhilarated, as I hadn't done for months; the very exertion of clambering over them filled me with an inexplicable feeling. The rocks themselves were hard, metallic grey and perilously slippery, algae glistening in its many shades of green, and resembling a huge jigsaw whose pieces didn't fit together properly. From below, the crests of the jagged peaks were drawn against the sky, as though a small child had scribbled viciously across a page of baby blue. Beyond their summit, the spectacular, mesmerising view of the endless Mediterranean unfolded before me. The horizon stretched limitlessly. It was...

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