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...chaotic conditions at the stadium appalled the intelligence official and a Pentagon source who accompanied him there. The men saw young boys being held at gunpoint, kneeling in the hot sand. An Army sergeant, asked why a boy was being detained, replied, "He was caught riding on the back of a stolen bicycle." Says the intelligence source: "This kind of treatment would never be tolerated in the U.S., so why here? Aren't we supposed to be showing them a different way?" Hamoudi, who eventually made it to Jordan, says the American soldiers who arrested him stole two wristwatches...
...last night of camp, the kids held a talent show called "Sunny & Bare." They sang a nudist rendition of a Garth Brooks classic--"I got sand in low places"--as well as a straight version of the G.O.P. standard God Bless the U.S.A. The next day there were tearful end-of-camp goodbyes. Most of the kids were returning to areas where they have few nudist friends, and most nonnudist pals wouldn't understand the lifestyle...
...love your digital camera but wouldn't dare take it to the beach--the surf, the sand, the horror! Now there's hope: Sony's 2-megapixel Cyber-shot U60 ($250) is certified for use at depths of up to 5 ft. And it has autofocus, a memory-stick slot and MPEG movie mode--but no optical zoom. For more info, go to www.time.com/gadget --By Wilson Rothman
...Thrills hit the beach early - and that's where they found their sound. In the summer of 1999, the five young Dubliners headed to San Diego in a last-ditch effort to keep their band together. They rented a small beach house, dragged an old couch onto the sand and spent four months listening to everything from Bob Dylan to Burt Bacharach. Returning home, they wrote songs that oozed California sunshine. Four years later, with their single Big Sur one of the songs of the summer, they're on magazine covers and preparing to open for the Rolling Stones...
High on the checklist of asian travel is the perfect beach?a sun-drenched Elysium unsullied by the footprints of backpackers and sarong vendors. The standard ensemble of white sand, stately palms and sapphire sea is lovely, no doubt, but it gives the visitor little sense of place. For that, you need people, preferably local. Some travelers look at a funky beer joint on the beach as an eyesore; to me, it's a sign of life?not always intelligent life, but holidays aren't meant for heavy thinking...