July 2005- Lattakia Mounts

All I can remember that day that we were going to swim, then it turned into an adventure of excitement and joy...
That day the whole camp was obliged to take a day off, but -for many of us- we felt like we didn't have enough of hiking, we wanted something more.
When we arrived to the place that we have to spend the whole day in, we met a local; an old man who described a place like heaven where we can swim and enjoy the pure nature, no cars or any kind of vehicles can reach this place, so we suppose to walk, and that's what we were really looking for.
As a drop of a hat, we were packed and ready to go, only six of us were ready to adventures, five guys and a brave French girl her name was Ode (but she's not..haha).
We began at 2pm, not a perfect time of the day to start hiking, we asked every local we mate how we can reach this place the locals call: khaleej.
After being lost for more than 2 hours the last man we saw told us that we were so close.
I don't remember how, but suddenly, i turned to see the other guys that suppose to be walking right behind me to discover that they were disappeared!
Only me and Fadi, Talal was alone screaming but we couldn't hear what he was exactly saying, and identifying his location was impossible. Ode, Hassan, Ehab were far away..
Trying to hear a voice or see someone, I was looking all around when I saw what I called:
The tree of bad luck! Looking at that tree made me feel nervous, it looks like it was cursed or it curses people. But I had to continue searching for that damn place, and the question of swimming or not swimming meant to me in that moment like : to be or not to be!
To be continued....