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  • 'Summer? This is the middle of spring. Come back in July, then it will be really hot. Over 40C degrees!'

    July, they say? It was only April in Hudaydah and I was already pink faced and sweating in my flowing abaya. I came to this city on the Red Sea to work on a story about malnutrition in rural areas, but I spent my nights in Hudaydah, a sleepy and sweltering beach town on the western edge of Yemen.

    'What do you do when you aren't in school? Its so hot...so hot. Do you work in this heat?' I asked.

    'Haha, no we don't have jobs. People used to run at the track across the road, even women used to run there, but that was a long time ago. In the better days.'

    Many in Yemen are unemployed, especially the youth. So while youth in Sana'a gather for a qat chew, young men in Hudaydah spend their days by the sea, watching the horizon, waiting for something new. But it seemed to me no matter their situation - the heat, the poor economy, the end of their half finished revolution in the form of an ever shrinking protest camp - youth in Yemen always seemed to face adversity with hope and contagious optimism.

    'Yes, the power goes out, nearly every day. But at least we have the sea.'

    The two young men jumped in the Red Sea, laughing as they went.
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