Greetings from the Bedouin Tents in the Negev Desert (home to world's sassiest camels). We had a jam packed day that originated in the holy city of Jerusalem. This morn we arose to the whispers of holy spirits as they nuzzeled us from rest. A feast awaited us travelers in the palace, Caesar's Palace. Breads, eggs, cheeses and pasteries, seduced our taste buds in a state of salivary bliss. Like a batallion of King David's army we mobilized to our means of travel (Jobi's Bus). For a fortminute, we traveled to Yad Vashem (The Israeli Holocaust Museum). On a serious note, Yad Vashem is an incredibly sacred location comemorating the struggles, persecution and liberation of the European Jewish community before, during and after World War II. This is a place all Jews should visit to pay hommage to those who payed the price for our freedoms today.
After the museum, in search of food, our caravan moved to higher ground. We stumbled upon a small oasis where we feasted and indulged ourselves. Because our stomachs were not acclimated to the higher fallafel infrastructure of the middle east, but rather the weak and laughable infrastructure of the USA, we felt the affects, and proceeded to wage war upon the local sewage systems.
After a hard fought battle, we emerged victorious, and proceeded to move south to the Negev Desert. On the way, the caravan stopped to pay hommage to the great David Ben Gurion. Ben Gurion was the first Prime Minister of Israel and dreamed that one day Israelis would populate the Negev. His dream has not been realized but the tenacity of the Israeli people leaves me with no doubt that it will one day come true.
While at this memorial, sandstorms emerged from the beyond and forced our caravan to seek shelter. We drove swift, and when all hope was lost, the sand people (not starwars) or Bedouins, emerged from the and brought us to their tents. They provided us with a new means of travel, camels, but before we had traveled 300 meters, we realized that they expected our women in return for the new transportation. This unexpected turn lead to heavy hearts, but we accepted refuge for the night. It is from here that we write this sacred words. The morn holds masada, but after this nothing is certain. Tomorrow we ride.
Ben and Bianca