My flight out of Israel was on Sunday afternoon, so I decided to take the day off and do some traveling and sightseeing. I rented a car and got an early start on Saturday morning.
I decided to head first for the Dead Sea. Due to Shabbat, Saturdays in Israel are extremely quiet, so thankfully traffic was not an issue. I passed through the outskirts of Tel Aviv, a big city with a surprising number of high rises. I then made my way south, passing by signs for Jerusalem and Ashdod. The terrain was drastically changing, transforming initially from the chaos of the city to the deep greens of the farmlands and finally within an hour and a half I was surrounded by a dry and barren desert. The signs warned against potential camel crossings, which I thought was hilarious, but it wasn’t long before I saw my first caravan of camels (yes, I looked that up) sauntering aimlessly along the side of the road. The camels seemed peculiarly foreign to me and I almost had to pinch myself for a second to remind myself where I was.