Tuesday, February 27, 2007
In the Desert
Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
As turns out, there's plenty of pain in the hot, quiet desert. But like the song says, it felt really good to get out of the rain. Last week, Jamie and I went on the third and last HUC tiyul (trip). We spent 4 days in the Negev, the southern part of Israel and a really big desert. The majority of the trip was spent on hikes and the students were forced to listen to my incessant whining. Most of these pictures I took to prove that I actually did this stuff because I didn't think anyone at home would believe me.
We stayed at Kibbutz Yahel, a Reform kibbutz on the Jordanian border. We got to pick our own pomellos - a type of citrus. Right behind Jamie and our friends is Jordan.
Day 2: A full day hike up a mountain, down a mountain, up a mountain, down a...you get the point.
Then we stayed overnight in an enormous tent, which was supposed to give us an "authentic" Bedouin experience. Since this tourist facility is run by a bunch of Israeli hippies who played reggae and sold us beer and ice cream, it lacked some of that authenticity. Anyway, I survived a night in a big tent with 70 of my best friends.
Here we are in Eilat, the southern most city in Israel, standing next to the Red Sea. Behind us is Egypt and in the distance to the right is Saudi Arabia.
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
As turns out, there's plenty of pain in the hot, quiet desert. But like the song says, it felt really good to get out of the rain. Last week, Jamie and I went on the third and last HUC tiyul (trip). We spent 4 days in the Negev, the southern part of Israel and a really big desert. The majority of the trip was spent on hikes and the students were forced to listen to my incessant whining. Most of these pictures I took to prove that I actually did this stuff because I didn't think anyone at home would believe me.
We stayed at Kibbutz Yahel, a Reform kibbutz on the Jordanian border. We got to pick our own pomellos - a type of citrus. Right behind Jamie and our friends is Jordan.
Day 2: A full day hike up a mountain, down a mountain, up a mountain, down a...you get the point.
Then we stayed overnight in an enormous tent, which was supposed to give us an "authentic" Bedouin experience. Since this tourist facility is run by a bunch of Israeli hippies who played reggae and sold us beer and ice cream, it lacked some of that authenticity. Anyway, I survived a night in a big tent with 70 of my best friends.
Here we are in Eilat, the southern most city in Israel, standing next to the Red Sea. Behind us is Egypt and in the distance to the right is Saudi Arabia.
