The Dead Sea deserves a separate post for being singularly naturally awesome. I’ve been hearing about it since childhood, but it seemed then as a far-fetched fact, much like Hollywood celebrities– star-struck-inducing once you see it live. Surreal. Legendary. Trivial things I only see on TV or in books.

In Biology, I learned that it is a dead sea because no life survives in it. It’s too saturated with salt that it does not only sting, it kills germs and heals diseases (so they say).

Average seawater contains 2-3% salt but the dead sea’s salinity is about 30%. The hyperconcentration is the same reason why one can only float on it and never dip, dive, or swim. The high buoyant force is the result of the pressure exerted by the concentrated elements in it. To my glee, the water-fearing that I am, I was much assured that I will never drown! Plus it is the lowest point on earth! Talk about ultimate experience.

This half-naked man was what welcomed us to the Dead Sea
Lost in Translation. Hebrew translator, anyone?

Such an endorphin scene!

Abs men very ready to pose. They volunteered by the way.

Almost ready to jump!

 We were forewarned to be careful in splashing water to nearby swimmers, and to ourselves as well, because dude, it really stings! It brought some victims to tears!

Proof! That’s floating me!

We were given just about 2 hours to experience this natural wonder. The rationale being more than 30 minutes of dead sea water is dangerous to the skin. We were timed accordingly. Dressed-sunblocked-swum-photographed-rinsed-left. Fast-paced beaching we say.

Other than the experience to float on the dead sea, the dead sea products are the next hot commodities. The mud pack and the exfoliants are just some of the most in demand products taken home by tourists hoping for skin miracles.

We tried the whole body natural mud pack–self-service. The sea bed was so slippery it was hard to traverse from one point to the next, keeping the balance so as not to accidentally splash water unto others. While submersing ourselves to the healing waters of the sea, we dug into the seafloor for natural mud and covered ourselves for a smoother, shinier skin. They said it works. I couldn’t tell. I was more happy I was there.

Since we were in the Holy Land, I expected people to dress more modestly even at the shore, but to my amazement, I was bombarded with bikinis and trunks, and drooling young men! : ] It was liberating I almost didn’t mind it was 3pm high sun on us on a summer month. For a moment I was scared for my skin’s life. But as you can see, the moment wins.

There are a lot of magical things in this life. Why do we box ourselves into our own little worlds again?