Jaffa was predominantly Arab and Arab cities in comparison to Jewish cities such as Tel-Aviv are not very clean. There were some very impressive buildings and the houses of the very rich were clean and tidy but that is all. The police were treated with great respect, the bus drivers would not take the fare and it was not unusual to be offered a seat if the bus was full, which, of course, was refused with thanks by me anyway. By the way, the number of the Sarona to Jaffa bus was 19, the same as from Rialto to O'Connell Street.

We dropped into a cafe to get something to eat. Not one in our party could speak a word of Arabic, the Manager and four waiters danced attendance on us. We made signs that we would like egg sandwiches and tea. Off ran the four waiters shouting to the kitchen and were back in minutes with eight hard-boiled eggs and a plate of Arab bread. Back they came a few minutes later with two glasses of hot sweet tea, no milk, for each of us and a dish of beetroots. When this was finished we asked for biscuits, the Manager said they did not have any but sent two waiters off to get some. Back they came, one with bread in the shape of a pram tire the other arrived with four packages of biscuits. When we were finished we asked for the bill the manager was reluctant to give it at first but with a little persuasion, not much, he produced it. Oh boy! Were we sorry we used any persuasion, it worked out at about six shillings per head.

We rambled along the main street, I had never seen so many shoeshine boys in my life. Very few doing any business and certainly not from us as we had blown the wad at the Cafe. We came across a movie house and were looking at the stills outside when the Manager came out and invited us to come inside. In we went and were shown to a private box. As this was an Arab picture full of sloppy love and melodrama we did not stay very long, every word the heroine spoke was greeted with applause and cheers. As we left the Manager invited us back for the 18.00 hours show, which was in English. It was strange to see most of the women with their faces covered some in traditional Arab garb others in fine black silken attire. It was not unusual for them to drop their face cover if they thought no other Arab was in the area and I was surprised to see they wore full make-up underneath.

In the last two weeks at Sarona I was introduced to the Jaffa Club, this was on the sea front about five miles from the camp. It was a very private club reserved for police and army officers. The swimming facilities were excellent and they had surfboards and small yachts available. Needless to say I spent as much time as possible there.