Then we trudged up a sand dune and ran all the way back down.
We drove from there to a lunch spot in between two huge rocks, and ate tabouli, tuna, and “meat”(which looked suspiciously like spam), and for dessert we had Mohammed’s wife’s homemade Knafeh(which is an orange pastry made of shredded fillo dough and soft cheese).
The knafeh was delicious, even though it looks strange. After I washed it all down with a can of Mirinda(the Sunkist of the Middle East), we drove to our next spot, a sand dune twice the size of the earlier one. This time I rolled down. So to recap, not only were my shoes now filled with sand from walking up the dunes, my whole body was now coated in it from rolling down(not to mention the inside of Mohammed’s car). We saw an inscription that Mohammed said was made by the Nabateans 3,000 years ago(my dad, the historian, disagrees). Then we went to a town for camel rides.
It is much scarier than you would think when the camel stands up and sits down. It feels like you are falling 10 feet. At one point during the camel rides, Jordanian army jets flew over the valley, and they were so loud that until I saw what they were, I thought I was hearing thunder. When we finished the tour, we drove back to the border between Aqaba and Eilot, and entered Israel once again. We got into our rental car and drove to Kibbutz Ketura again to spend the night. Tiki, my mom’s friend from Yearcourse who lives at the Kibbutz, gave us a short tour of the Kibbutz, and we went to sleep. Think that was a big day? Wait until Thursday (duuh duuh duuuuuuh).