Sinai: Tramping abroad
Sinai sits in the lap of the peninsula of the Red sea, and the natural and artificial beauties of the surroundings are combined effectively and charmingly. The secluded strip of desert, which stretches through and beyond the biblical mount, is laid out in handsome pleasure grounds, shaded by noble trees and dunes and adorned at intervals with lofty and sparkling natural springs along its coast.
My companion and sisterhood traveler, Nomi, and I entered through the extensively secured borders of Sinai from Eilat, Israel and walked the entire remaining distance to camp, with the exception of a lift of less than an hour which we got on a passing vehicle, the weather being exhaustingly warm. We came into the site on foot. A fine, large, vigorous young fellow with a dark complexion, with an open, independent countenance, and he was clothed from head to heel in a cool and enviable snow-white linen, approached us as we settled down under a nearby zula. Greeting us with Sudanese tea and showing us to our rooms while accompanying us with our luggage. The simplicity of the handmade bamboo shack was just what I had been hoping for. No modern technology, no Wi-Fi and no outlets to plug in the distracting pieces of ‘everyday necessities’ such as a cell phone, were supported in a lovely and remote place such as this. It was a rough gem, but it was a gem nevertheless.
Curiosity struck me in such a simple paradise, that I decided to take a stroll and encourage the advantage of being here for a photo-op. Soiled children were playing in the dirt everywhere along the shore, everybody was at work, but the place was very still and peaceful, even so. The children acted as guides; they walked us along the tops of the highest hills and the tallest of cliffs and showed us a wide and beautiful landscape. My getaway from my getaway, was all I needed it to be.
My journal entry of our adventures.
View from the Red Sea.
Naomi
"Did you make all of these braclets yourself?"
"Yes, my mother and I make them to help the family."
"My father and I work here".
"Do you know how to play shesh-besh?"
"We welcome Israeli's!" "We love them".
Fisherman from the shore.
The stars at night were to die for.
Instax that I photographed and passed out to the locals.