We breakfast at the Hotel Kempinski Ishtar. And it’s official: I now need to eat hummus with every meal. Concerns about my return home to a near chickpea-free environment have me worried.
I go back to my (very large) room and pack for my return home as I await a much anticipated spa treatment at the hotel’s spa.
We have an option of a mud wrap, a Dead Sea salt scrub or a massage. I opt for the massage as you can get a mud wrap at the beach and I’ve already been scrubbed to within an inch of my now salty existence.
After my massage I float to lunch at one of the hotel’s four restaurants. The group splits in two: one group hits the Dead Sea, the other wants to visit the site of Jesus’ baptism by John the Baptist.
Both groups eventually meet at the shore of the Dead Sea. A hotel attendant offers to cover us in the black mud of the sea and we are soon the subjects of many photographs in our gimp-like suits of mud.
Despite the forewarning, nothing prepares us for our first foray into the Dead Sea. We wade in gingerly (and for those with blistered feet from a previous day spent walking through Petra, the sea burns – normal salt water stings, super salt water stings A LOT).
As each person wades in they yelp in surprise – try a little freestyle and you’ll see what happens.
We scrub away the mud and emerge from the silky water with skin that glows.
Source = e-Travel Blackboard: G.A