After a rough morning (due to a night out on Ben Yehuda in Jerusalem), the bus pulled into a little development in the middle of the desert. Smack dab in the middle. Every direction was filled with vast emptiness, all we could see was sand, rocks, hills, and a random shrub here and there. It was utterly breathtaking. And probably the freshest air I have ever breathed. It was so refreshing to be out of the city.
And enjoying these splendid views all at the same time.
The moment we stepped off the bus I felt like I was in the middle of nowhere. It's such a hard feeling to describe. Feeling totally out of place (as New York is probably the furthest thing from a desert), we prepared ourselves for what would most likely be one of the highlights on our trip- camel trekking throughout the desert.
Has anyone realized just how big a camels tongue is? And with a big tongue, comes a lot of slobber!
Or something you hope to do one day?
***Thank you to some of my fellow Birthright-ers for their great camera-handling abilities! Not all images are my own. If you would like to use a photo, please contact me first.