Day 2 at the Dead Sea took us to the desert hills and luscious pools of Ein Gedi - a popular hang out of King David in days of yore. It was then into the sea itself - a brilliantly surreal experience which I'm told also did wonders for my skin. It's actually a bit tricky to only keep your head above water - your legs are automatically drawn to the surface.
We stayed just off the southern tip of the Dead Sea in a moshav - seemingly a slightly less communist version of a kibbutz. It sounds like on a kibbutz everything is held in common. A moshav apparently allows the successful to keep some of their profits. We were right by the Jordanian border (which may have been the reason why there were - admittedly young and relaxed looking - armed soldiers guarding the entrance to the town) - you could see the border from the terrace of our little cabin. It came as a bit of a surprise that about half the moshav seemed to hail from Thailand (Singha appeared to be the top selling beer in the supermarket). Never did get to the bottom of that.
We stayed just off the southern tip of the Dead Sea in a moshav - seemingly a slightly less communist version of a kibbutz. It sounds like on a kibbutz everything is held in common. A moshav apparently allows the successful to keep some of their profits. We were right by the Jordanian border (which may have been the reason why there were - admittedly young and relaxed looking - armed soldiers guarding the entrance to the town) - you could see the border from the terrace of our little cabin. It came as a bit of a surprise that about half the moshav seemed to hail from Thailand (Singha appeared to be the top selling beer in the supermarket). Never did get to the bottom of that.
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