By Chibuogwu
Nnadiegbulam
The
Dead Sea, one of the famous tourist attractions of the Hashemite Kingdom of
Jordan. That’s our destination today – many thanks to one our Jordanian
colleagues, Farah, who made the arrangements easier.
Our
bus was leaving at 9am, so we had been told to be at the lobby by 8:45, meaning
we should have had our breakfast before then.
You
can bet I was right on time, in anticipation of the great day ahead. I didn’t
plan to swim, but just in case I got into the water anyways, I packed an extra
clothe to change into.
And
so we got on our way to the lowest point of the earth, driving past houses on
hills, beautiful patterns of trees and of course, deserts too.
As
we approached the Dead Sea, we first stopped by at the place where the sea
level was marked, took photos and all, before getting to the Great Bazaar shop,
where dead sea products are sold. There were a few “buy one and get one
free” and some others with 25% discount.
There
were also beautiful hand-made items that could be used as souvenirs. Really
tempting, such that if I were Aliko, I probably would have bought the whole
shop.
“But
my dear, the recession follow me come here” considering the shrinking
process my darling naira went through. Simply put, “I cut my coat
according my cloth”.
Moving
on, we finally arrived at the Dead Sea at about 11:30am, through one of the
many hotels lined up on its bank, and it was time to officially get the day
started.
There
was this long staircase leading downwards to the sea. As we climbed down, we
saw that the sea had really receded from where it was in 2000.
So
much had been said about the importance of the salt and mud from the sea being
used for body/skin treatment and care, as well as cure some medical ailments
too. So, it wasn’t too surprising to find even the aged going for a swim –
I
saw women and men, probably in their 70’s or 80’s. One even had to be aided
down the stairs. A middle-aged woman told me she comes to the Dead Sea almost
every day and I only needed to see her skin to confirm that.
You
don’t need to know how to swim to get into the Dead Sea. You float on the sea.
Don’t just let the water into your eyes or mouth. I experienced both.
I
had rubbed mud on my body, then waited for about two minutes before getting in
the water to wash it off. But I don’t know how I was thinking I could wash my
face with the sea without it entering my eyes.
My
goodness! It was as if pepper (the hottest you can think of) had entered my
eyes. I had to be led like a blind by Tracy from Cameroon, to where I could use
normal water to wash off my face.
That
experience made me wonder how blind people are usually condemned to trusting
the person leading them.
But
even after washing my face, I was not done with the sea. I went back in and
this time I went a little deeper and started floating with my back on the
water. It was fun and scary at the same time, because the water kept
threatening to turn me over and so I was also struggling to steady myself.
There
was this few minutes I did float without struggling and I thought I could try
it using a book like most of my colleagues had done. No way. The book, which
was Martin’s touched the sea while I tried to make sure my face did not enter.
That
was my last adventure in the Dead Sea. I enjoyed it all the same. And I also
asked Martin to forgive me for wetting his magazine.
After
lunch, I didn’t go in the water again, but decided to take photos and make
short video clips beside it.
We
were back at the hotel in the evening. And after shower, dinner, a few calls
and chats, it was bedtime.

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