Ok, sometimes travel is dictated by your lack of planning as much as your planning. While driving down to Eliat from the Dead Sea, this foofhead realized he doesn’t know where his passport is. So we can’t enter either Jordan or Egypt, which are both visible from the beach bar where I’m writing this. So we went to this hotel listed as midrange in Lonely Planet, but because it is still Sukkhot the place is nearly twice what we were expecting. Wandering upstairs to the restaurant, I spotted the computers while waiting for Michael to pee. When he came back I had realized the entire row of computers were free, so we used them to check our email. Then we thought, why not have lunch at this super nice, 4 or 5 star resort? At this point I said we did this all the time in high school and asked, well why not poach the pool? And then, it hit. I’d forgotten my bathing suit at the Dead Sea. When I told Michael this he said, oh, hey, me too.
So here we are in Eliat, and it’s gorgeous. I intended to go diving in Egypt on one of the many day trips they run, but it turns out my information doesn’t come up in the system to prove I’m certified. Lame. Israel is totally not concerned with legitimacy for anything else, but on this they were strict. I lost my PADI card with my wallet somewhere in Italy a few years ago and went diving off Sorrento (OH, Sorrento) anyway, so I figured here it would be fine. But we went snorkeling instead today, and then I swam in the Red Sea at sunset, watching the lights come on in Jordan and the stars come out over Egypt.
Michael is updating his Flickr, but we’re limited by slow internet and frankly I’m too busy reading to upload my awesome photos. Hi, friends!