animals

For all those who know me pretty well, you probably know that swimming has never been my thing. Fortunately, thanks to a snorkel and some tropical fish, I have become a lover of the sea. Most days after school are now spent in search of schools of fish and avoiding the beautiful but deadly Lionfish. Recently, we have had an influx of Jellyfish that I have been told don’t sting but I am still weary. Every time I bump into one I nearly pee myself, though I guess that is not so bad in the sea. There is one canyon that reminds me of the part in Finding Nemo where they have to bounce on the tops of the Jellies and I have to tell myself to “just keep swimming.” Our friend took us out on his boat last weekend so we were able to explore a further coral reef with a small shipwreck. It is amazing the way that the sea will just incorporate the foreign objects. The coral was just growing over the rusted railings turning them into a fixed part of the underwater life.

We have had a sudden baby boom in the recent weeks here at our camp. A stray dog that we had been trying to name for some weeks, which finally chose the name Heidi, had eight puppies last month in one of the huts. Because guests must have access to the hut a group of us decided to move the puppies and the new location was chosen...on our porch! After a few days of struggling with Heidi, who kept taking them back to the original hut, I has finally decided to keep her pups in the new location. While they were incredibly cute, they whined a lot at night but it was still nice to have them so close by. On Friday we had to send them to Nuweiba to their new foster home since we leave at the end of this week. It was very difficult to send them away because we have gotten accustomed to the pups and love Heidi very much. She even tried to protect me from the scary donkey, Mao, one day.

I have been trying to upload pictures but my computer has made this impossible so forgive me for the long break. I was trying to add pictures...

Could you have the hots for Bin Laden?

Bin Laden is handsome. I hadn't considered this either until his death last week. I overheard the high school girls giggling about someone they deem good-looking only to find out that they were talking about the infamous al-Qaeda commander himself. I’ve got to say it is bizarre having girls gush to you about the physical attributes of a person that for the last ten years you have only considered a fanatical terrorist. But I tried to be open-minded, reminding myself that his physical attributes have nothing to do with his notorious reputation.

They made the case that I must see a picture of him in his youth. So for your viewing pleasure, here he is:

I argued that the scraggly beard just doesn’t do it for me and one added that the nose wasn’t very nice either. But they maintained that he was definitely attractive.

Now this sparked my curiosity about Middle Eastern women and girls in general. Do many women find him attractive? Do teenage girls across Egypt and surrounding countries have posters of him on their walls like girls in the States have posters of Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner? If you don't know who these supernatural heartthrobs are check this out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Twilight_cast_members

I live in a pretty isolated community so it may be a little difficult to obtain further data asserting or denying that this is a nationwide or even regional phenomenon or if it isolated to the particular girls I work with. I hope to obtain more information and report back if I find some fascinating new information.

To Jordan and Back

Two weeks ago we had a long weekend and Mady's brother came for a visit so we decided to go on a little vacation. We managed to see two ruins, the Dead Sea and trekked quite a ways back to Egypt through the West Bank and Israel. This trip is best said in picture form.

PETRA

The view of Petra from our hostel the Valentine Inn

Ben's trip was themed Indiana Jones

The entrance into Petra

The long corridor

Ben in a bowl

Look familiar?

Every room like this smelled as if it was used as a restroom at one time

What blog post is complete without an adorable baby animal?

Ben and I celebrate our victorious climb to the top

Mady was upset that we beat her so attempted to killed Ben on the sacrificial alter.

Don't worry he escaped.

Eating bananas in your honor. You know who you are.

So many steps!

A man selling rusty keys, pots and bones.

The ceiling in one room.

The columns fell over before I got there, I swear!

Sheep are everywhere. There was even a flock blocking our way in a nice neighborhood in Amman

Jarash: Roman ruins in Jordan

Jordanian Bagpipes, anyone?

There were red Poppies everywhere

The Dead Sea

View from the resort.

Mady and I floating on top of the water.

Our journey home is much better described in words (and I was too tired to take any pictures). So because we had planned on going to the West Bank side of the Dead Sea, we had prepared to journey home through Israel. Honestly, we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. Our first stop was the border between Jordan and...we don’t really know where. We were dropped off at a group of buildings in the middle of nowhere not knowing what country we were in. We talked to some Jordanian officials, paid a tariff, handed over our passports (which always makes me uneasy) and waited for “the bus.” We waited for this bus for about an hour and then hopped on still not know where it would take us.

I immediately fell asleep and when I was woken up had no idea where we were or how long we had been on the bus. I had assumed a couple hours but it had really been around 45 minutes. The workers hauled all of the luggage off the bus and then proceeded to boot us off as well. We then waited outside in a line. We gave our luggage and passports to the new set official-looking strangers and continued on in the new line where our passports were returned. We bought some water with Jordanian Dinars (still not sure where we were but glad that this currency was still valid) and joined our bus buddies in a new line. Here we were asked the purpose of our trip. By the look on the man’s face you would think no one had ever thought to just pass through Israel to Egypt. After a few more questions and skepticism about not stamping the passports with the Israeli stamp (many countries won’t let you in with it and we could get hassled on the way to Cairo as well) we were free to join the next line. We finally found our luggage throw on the floor and this was the first time I thought my laptop was probably broken due to the way it was carelessly flung then buried under heaps of other baggage.

The next step was to take a mini bus to the Damascus gate into Old Jerusalem. This we did without a problem. When we were dropped off we were told to continue straight and we would find where we needed to go. We entered a bussling part of town which was so beautiful and clean and filled with more Hesidic Jews than I have seen in my entire life! We knew that we had arrived on the day after a holiday and therefore this day was treated like Shabbat. We also knew that this might be a problem. After getting lost and changing money we were informed that due to the holiday no buses to the border town of Eilat (or any other bus for that matter) would leave until sundown at 7:52 PM. That meant we had three hours to kill. We grabbed some cheap and delicious street food and went shopping for avocados and red bell pepper that are practically impossible to find in Sinai. We sat down on a street corner with about 10 men asking us if we wanted to go to Tel Aviv.

We arrived at the bus station an hour early so that we could be sure to get a ticket to our destination. Never have I wanted the sun to go down any faster than I did that afternoon. After about 45 minutes, Ben decided to check around the corner to see if the we were sitting at the back of the station which, in fact, we were. So we grabbed our stuff and waited with the rest of the weary travelers.

Once inside we were informed that there were no buses to Eilat until the next morning at 7 AM but that we could catch the bus to Tel Aviv (which we could have traveled to earlier in the day) and catch the midnight bus to Eilat from there. These are the times I miss the Internet the most. They don’t post this information anywhere! This is the point in which Mady and I parted ways with Ben as he was staying in Israel for the night to meet up with old friends. We had three hours to kill in the Tel Aviv bus station but were able to change money, drink an amazing hot chocolate, laugh about the biggest bagels we had ever seen and ponder why so many civilians carry large fire arms.

The bus ride was a nightmare. It abruptly made stops, stopped for breaks often and at one point during a break I looked out the window to see a Hesidic Jew put his fingers down his throat and throw up all over the place. He was then handed a soda and boarded the bus again. It was so surreal.

We arrived in Eilat around 4 am and were ushered into a cab and later joined by an Israeli couple going home. The cab driver threw their heavy luggage on top of my bag again causing me to believe my computer was doomed once again. We dropped the couple off at home and headed for the border which was a cake walk. We were greeted by friendly officials on both sides, who were very helpful. The problem came with the taxi home. There were a group of Bedouin cabs waiting for tourists to cross the border. They refused to drive us home without a full van even though we only live about 20 minutes from the border. Who else is going to come at 5 AM!!! After about 30 minutes we had a German guy heading further south than us and telling us he comes every year and that $150 US is a good price to pay for St. Katherine’s. Thanks to Mady’s Arabic skills we paid the equivalent to $10-12 in LEs and finally got home at 6 AM. I got no sleep and started school at 8 AM. Luckily it was only a 3 day week!