After two days in the desert, we were after some rest and relaxation. And what better place to do it than at the Dead Sea, covered in dead sea salt and mud.
Our taxi driver couldn’t speak or read Jordanian or English so we were fairly glad when we finally managed to arrive at our hotel, after he stopped and asked every stationary person at the Dead Sea where the hotel was but pronounced the name wrong each time and couldn’t understand the response.
The Movenpick was worth the wait. Check out the view below from our balcony.
After checking in, we headed straight for the Zara spa and tried out each and every form of dead sea bath, pool and jet available. After a relaxing fruit juice by the pool, the aches and pains of the camel ride disappeared with a two hour dead sea mud and massage package. It was a strange experience to be caked in mud. I’m not sure that my skin is noticeably better because of it, but it was certainly relaxing.
We sat by the pool, cold beverage in hand, and watched the sun set over Jerusalem. Yet again, we are shocked by the peacefulness of Jordan even though it is surrounded by conflict.
The following morning we woke early and headed down to experience the phenomena that is “swimming” in the dead sea. Or floating really. It is true that you could easily read a newspaper while doing it. And it is strange. And just a little bit disconcerning.