Monday, December 21, 2009

It must be dead...

The last adventure with our rental car was driving 2 hours from my place to the Dead Sea. Once we passed Tel Aviv, we no longer had access to our favourite radio station - Galgalatz. We had to settle with some hip Arabic dance music.

We didn't know exactly where to gain access to the Dead Sea itself, but like all things in life, everything falls into place. The first beach we tried was closed specifically on the day we chose to come. Of course!

We didn't have to look much further as the second beach we tried said it was already closed on the sign, yet people were still there. With only an hour of sunlight left, we dashed to the front lines and made our way down to the famed waters where nothing survives, yet cures all, and carefully entered the water.


It says, "Sea Level"...


The chosen beach...


A purple sun set while storm clouds rolled in...


Roisin floating...


Me floating...

There were some Germans also floating nearby. We noticed them disappear and come back covered in Dead Sea mud. We decided to follow suit. Behind a barbed-wire fence saying "Danger - Do Not Enter", we entered and exfoliated our bodies with the miracle substance.

At this point, very little sunlight was left, so we hopped out, showered and drove back home. We knew we were getting close when Galgalatz kicked back into gear.

My skin felt rejuvinated and Roisin's most stubborn curls never co-operated so well!

Honestly, why don't I come here more often? It doesn't cost a thing to enjoy its wonders!



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