To drown away my depression upon Marcus's departure, I agreed to go on a hike through Wadi Hassa the next day. When I heard "hike", I thought perhaps my undergarments would remain relatively dry as we walked across a dry wadi (I think we're all aware of my new-found fear of wet wadis). Well, wrong Brumley. Wadi Hasa is a canyon course complete with water slides, narrow siqs you can only swim through, cliff jumps and hot springs. Lonely Planet says it is a "moderate hike" but according to my bruises and scrapes, they are full of shit.
This jump took me 20 minutes to do! The sloping edge frightened me but here went nothing!With that said, it was like a playground for physically able adults. I felt like a kid again.
Amongst Oleander and WadisSo the big 2-6 came around and I spent it at the Dead Sea with mio compadres. We decided upon O-Beach, full of Amman's spoiled class. Nevertheless, the buffet was killer and the infinity pool indeed an infinite line to the Dead Sea and the West Bank. As a warning, the Sea can sting your nether regions. Be prepared to tolerate a bit of pain induced by large salt crystals in places you least expect it.
Dead Sea Lagoon Creatures
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