The Dead Sea: float on water, burn like hell. Yep, I did it today, catching the 12:00 bus from Jerusalem Central Station to Ein Gedi, a small town located on the Dead Sea. Getting to that in a minute, after breakfast I explored some more of Mea Shearim, if you recall the district home to mostly ultra-orthodox Jews. I strolled around there some more, and came across an area that, at the entrance, had a sign asking women and girls to please dress modestly, at the risk of offending the residents. Again, not something you would come across in Whitesboro, New York.
You are probably wondering about the burn like hell bit. Well, the Dead Sea was probably my most painful beach experience. If you are going to go to the Dead Sea, you gotta go in right? Floating in the salty waters is the prime experience. So I did it. Unfortunately the rocks on the both the beach and in the water are quite sharp due to the buildup of salt crystals. I small cut formed on my small toe due to this and, yeah, get some of that highly concentrated salt in there, it smarts....a lot. I manned it up though. Getting to say that I have now floated on the Dead Sea eased the physical pain. A guy from Slovenia was nice enough to take my photo for me bravely floating while my toe was screaming. I wasn't the only one apparently. A couple kids were balling there eyes out after forming similar cuts on their feet "MOM IT BURNS" was how they communicated there discomfort. Hey kids, it could be worse. At least you weren't like the retard to my left who decided to dip is head into the water. He had to run up to the beach and rinse his eyes out.
Afterward, I had some time to kill before the next bus (there was basically only the beach were I was, nothing else) so I spent it chatting with the Sudanese dude who attended to the bathroom. I could barely understand his English, but whatever.While waiting at the bus stop I made fast friends with a fellow traveler to Jerusalem, an Australian bloke. Unfortunately I didn't get his name, which I know sounds weird, but I got his email address from him. He was built like a brick house, and within reason, he plays professional rugby for a club team in Ireland, and has actually represented the Irish national team because his parents were born there. An interesting resume. We chatted most of the hour-long ride back, and upon arriving back in Jerusalem grabbed a bite to eat together. A very friendly guy and interesting to talk with, having both a good sense of humor and some insightful thoughts. I hope our paths will cross again.
I essentially just walked in the door, and of course my first task was the Four Corners. All the sun and salt I got today is leaving me feeling pretty beat. I am not sure what awaits me tomorrow, but whatever it is, look for it here at the end of the day.
You are probably wondering about the burn like hell bit. Well, the Dead Sea was probably my most painful beach experience. If you are going to go to the Dead Sea, you gotta go in right? Floating in the salty waters is the prime experience. So I did it. Unfortunately the rocks on the both the beach and in the water are quite sharp due to the buildup of salt crystals. I small cut formed on my small toe due to this and, yeah, get some of that highly concentrated salt in there, it smarts....a lot. I manned it up though. Getting to say that I have now floated on the Dead Sea eased the physical pain. A guy from Slovenia was nice enough to take my photo for me bravely floating while my toe was screaming. I wasn't the only one apparently. A couple kids were balling there eyes out after forming similar cuts on their feet "MOM IT BURNS" was how they communicated there discomfort. Hey kids, it could be worse. At least you weren't like the retard to my left who decided to dip is head into the water. He had to run up to the beach and rinse his eyes out.
Afterward, I had some time to kill before the next bus (there was basically only the beach were I was, nothing else) so I spent it chatting with the Sudanese dude who attended to the bathroom. I could barely understand his English, but whatever.While waiting at the bus stop I made fast friends with a fellow traveler to Jerusalem, an Australian bloke. Unfortunately I didn't get his name, which I know sounds weird, but I got his email address from him. He was built like a brick house, and within reason, he plays professional rugby for a club team in Ireland, and has actually represented the Irish national team because his parents were born there. An interesting resume. We chatted most of the hour-long ride back, and upon arriving back in Jerusalem grabbed a bite to eat together. A very friendly guy and interesting to talk with, having both a good sense of humor and some insightful thoughts. I hope our paths will cross again.
I essentially just walked in the door, and of course my first task was the Four Corners. All the sun and salt I got today is leaving me feeling pretty beat. I am not sure what awaits me tomorrow, but whatever it is, look for it here at the end of the day.
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