dead sea.
madaba and mt. nebo.
if you're into religiously relevant landmarks madaba with the orthodox st. george church and mt. nebo where moses saw the promised land might be interesting to you. unfortunatelly mt. nebo was nothing but a huge construction site (let's say it is like rome when the sistine chapel was built). although, it's sort of interesting to look around and see jericho down in the valley and jerusalem 'some' k away.
dead sea.
seeing, floating, freezing. done.
but it can be fun to watch people deal with the dead sea...
a girl who can't swim is literally talked into perfect non-swimmer-water (reduced dialog):
- 'i can't swim'
- 'you don't have to swim. you'll float'
- 'i'll drown!'
- 'you can't drown. not possible. too much salt. look i don't drown' (he floating, not drowning)
- 'i'll drown!'
- 'only if i try hard to drown you..'
- 'what if i drown?'
it goes on..perpetual fear-and-comfort-dialogues..for minutes...(by the way what's the accoustic version of 'deja vu'?)
...finally, with a lot of holding-hands (he) and more unnecessary screaming (she) she's lying on her back in the water
- 'i can swim!'
- 'no, you still can't swim. but you're not drowning.'
- 'yes, i can swim!' (she confident)
....
- 'how do i get back to the beach??? help!!' (she hysterical)
this is where i leave the scene. there is only a limited amount of misrouted neuronal transactions i can observe per day... she's 1 (yes one like uno, un, ein) meter away from the beach in 60 cm shallow water... all that comes to my mind is: 'how do i get back to the hotel??? help!!' ...thank god one of my synapses fires properly. i just walk up the hill. trying to control my fit of laughter ...'how do i get back to the beach???'. did she really mean it? in her favour i hope she was just playing 'helpless' and simply trying to make the guy feel like a hero when he pushed her on safe ground.
but it can be fun to watch people deal with the dead sea...
a girl who can't swim is literally talked into perfect non-swimmer-water (reduced dialog):
- 'i can't swim'
- 'you don't have to swim. you'll float'
- 'i'll drown!'
- 'you can't drown. not possible. too much salt. look i don't drown' (he floating, not drowning)
- 'i'll drown!'
- 'only if i try hard to drown you..'
- 'what if i drown?'
it goes on..perpetual fear-and-comfort-dialogues..for minutes...(by the way what's the accoustic version of 'deja vu'?)
...finally, with a lot of holding-hands (he) and more unnecessary screaming (she) she's lying on her back in the water
- 'i can swim!'
- 'no, you still can't swim. but you're not drowning.'
- 'yes, i can swim!' (she confident)
....
- 'how do i get back to the beach??? help!!' (she hysterical)
this is where i leave the scene. there is only a limited amount of misrouted neuronal transactions i can observe per day... she's 1 (yes one like uno, un, ein) meter away from the beach in 60 cm shallow water... all that comes to my mind is: 'how do i get back to the hotel??? help!!' ...thank god one of my synapses fires properly. i just walk up the hill. trying to control my fit of laughter ...'how do i get back to the beach???'. did she really mean it? in her favour i hope she was just playing 'helpless' and simply trying to make the guy feel like a hero when he pushed her on safe ground.