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... into the desert. There is a constant buzz of music, whether it be from a stereo, from laughter or making love. Osho's teachings are ever present among the spirit of this magical place that has been created out of such an intense love and alternative views toward politics and sexuality. When relaxing for a cigarette in the smoking temple the chatter begins, the hum of a didge begins and the strings of a guitar are plucked as someone attempts to recall the chords from 'Three little ...
... the whole trip - even breakfasts in Uzbeckistan and Turkey.
The landscape was fantastic, huge 'mountains' of rocks protruding hundreds of metres from the desert which was once the floor of the sea. Many of them looked like a stack of pancakes with maple syrup dripping down them. Very little vegetation in this desert, just some small clumps of bushes not more than a metre high that the wild camels grazed on. They look majestic loping along in such ...
... sharks, which we (thankfully) didn't get to see while snorkeling. Also, the turtles and manta rays were neat. The rest of the tanks mostly contained fish that were swimming around in the wild though (except for the Amazon display, which seemed a bit out of place). Also, the underwater observatory gave a deeper view of the fish, but it wasn't really that much better than snorkeling. The observatory did have a great view of the sea, Jordan, and Eilat from the ...
... of time, myself and another team mate hiked down to
the shore of the Dead Sea and went swimming. While I'm not gonna not go
swimming if I'm so close to the Dead Sea, it was not the best decision
of the day. I severely under appreciated the salinity of the sea and
dove right in, immediately blinding myself and only furthering my
blindness by trying to wipe the salt away. Hindsight is 20/20 though and
it definitely was a very cool feeling to ...
... stream of smoke. The Frenchies next to us were mesmerized and cheering us on. We hoped we could trade bong hits for wine pours, but no takers. Needless to say, we laughed...a lot.
When dinner was done, the music went to "11" and the Jordanian dancing began. You know what that means - I got the Hell out of there; I jumped over that pillow booth like an Olympic pole vaulter. Like I said, I fear the pull-from-the-crowd forced dancing; not my bag. As I ...