This one’s for Helen.
I have a confession to make: We’re here in the off-season, and the water is cold. So I haven’t actually been IN the Dead Sea yet, though I’m going to make myself before we leave.
I have, however, been the Dead Sea pool. And the first time I got in (I am now a seasoned veteran with three plunges under my belt), I giggled. Out loud. Because getting in Dead Sea water is kind of like seeing the Taj Mahal in person for the first time: You know what to expect, but nothing really prepares you for the experience of it.
Yes, you float. But more than that, your limbs seem to have a life of their own because they just keep roiling up. Draw your legs to your chest, and you bounce up and down a bit. In fact, the best way to describe it is to imagine that you’re a rubber ball floating in the ocean.
And now, a facial and dead sea mud wrap are calling my name. But first, a few pictures from our morning drive:
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Fascinating. Happy travels!
Ah! I am imagining floating. I like the rubber ball idea. Cold sounds good to me right now.
zia - i’m a friend of angela’s through laurie notaro. she shared your site with me and i’ve just got to say it is amazing! i so very much want to go to the dead sea - have for a long time. i’m determined now. hope you have a safe journey from here on.
It sounded good to me too at about noon today. We were riding in the Wadi Rum — there was a train, too, and i felt very Laurence of Arabia–and while it wasn’t HOT, it was a tad warm in a fleece!
Sharron, thanks so much for your comments! Making new friends through comments just makes my day. You should definitely make it out here. Jordan is very, very safe, too.
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