A Bedouin boy found the first Dead Sea scrolls in this cave.
This Greek Orthodox monastery on the road of the Good Samaritan is built into the wall of the gorge, and surrounded by hermits’ caves.
We’re sleeping in Akko,
a walled Mediterranean Crusader town.
Fed by a mountain spring, and part of the Great Rift, this oasis is home to wolves and leopards.
We saw ibex and hyrax.
This tunnel is naturally thatched with reeds. It leads to a waterfall next to the cave in which David hid from Saul.
My legs ache. They need an escalator.
After a lovely sunrise,
I wandered around the kibbutz,
slathered on mud, then floated in the Dead Sea.
We travelled through the desert, past wild flowers, palm groves, Lot’s wife and Mt Sodom, from the Red Sea to the Dead, with the Med still to come. A barefoot youth toting a machine gun wandered by.
We visited Masada, King Herod’s mountaintop fort.
We’re staying in Ein Gedi Kibbutz for a few days in a room which used to be a kibbutznik’s house. It has a view of Wadi Arugot on one side, and the Dead Sea, backed by Jordan’s mountains on the other.
Wadi Rum is a gorgeous pink sand desert, with weird rock formations, narrow canyons with ancient inscriptions, dunes and rock bridges.
We slept in a Bedouin tent, were served fragrant sage tea by locals wearing traditional dress who own camels, smelt frankincense and myrrh, and met a hedgehog.
Petra is Moses’ spring, and an ancient camel caravan trading city in the desert. On the way here were Bedouin tents, camels and olive groves.
Walking through a deep, narrow, winding gorge, we came upon this structure, carved into the rock.
The cardamom coffee and mint tea are divine!
We wandered the alleys, passing shops displaying dates, spices and scarves, then settled down for felafels and homous.
Our balcony affords a view of Amman’s sand coloured buildings, tumbling down the hill to the road of honking cars, blaring Arabic songs, and the call to prayer.