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Javea sport for kids
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On April 8, starting at the same place and at the same time, there will be a walking tour for children. This will be a fantasy excursion featuring two intrepid explorers seeking exciting adventures for their next expedition. Children participating in the event will join a team of detectives on a mission to solve clues hidden in the most attractive parts of the town to solve the mystery.
JAVEA Town Council is organising two sports camps for children over the Easter holidays. In collaboration with several clubs, from April 11 to 14 and from 9am to 1.30pm, children born between 2017 and 2019 will be kept busy and happy with activities that will improve their motor skills and stimulate their imaginations.
A multisports camp called Activate for children aged six to 14 will take place at the Palau d’Esports sport centre at the same times, with fun playing the super trendy padel tennis, badminton, and table tennis, to name but a few of the activities. The children will also have fun going on excursions with their groups.
The price of the camp is €35, and registration is available in the sportia app: https://app. sportia.com/scs/2359/profile.
As well as the municipal offer, other sports clubs where children can learn and improve their skills in tennis, gymnastics, football and more are planning on running camps during the school holidays. A leaflet with full details is available from the council or the local authority website.
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SO there we were; on a deserted Saudi beach, miles from anywhere, surrounded by a number of shabbily attired Arab tribesmen, all of them atop various small sand dunes, quietly staring and oozing menace.
For those readers who last week didn’t peruse the ol’ boys column, this situation had arisen back in the 70s, when I found myself bringing shows into Saudi Arabia, residing and working in the country for some eight years. One thing I had to accept was the utter inequality of the ladies.
In complete contradiction of Muslim law I’d secretly driven my British Saudia Airline hostess girlfriend to a deserted beach, some 50 kilometres from Jeddah. We’d parked the car near the sea and finally stretched out in the privacy of a secluded area we thought to be miles from any habitation. Wrong.
After some half an hour I opened my eyes and drowsily became aware this was indeed not the case at all. We were surrounded. Knowing the at