Shaharut showed me another desert beauty. More rocky, windy and flat. Almost lack of sand, which makes the orientation more difficult and the feeling of safeness weaker. Still, because of my host's oasis I enjoyed the calm Bob Dylan's mornings and warm, quiet nights in the middle of the desert in a village of not more than 100 people with no shop in it.
I am not quite sure what I liked more - Arava desert or Asif's place, where Yotam, my host, works. Nice and artistic place, self-built constructions and furniture from wood and iron. Yotam's house is a fabulous one-room space with almost every musical instrument around you can think of. I will take from Shaharut the touch of the strong wind, the taste of the Yotam's delicious home-made beer, the view from the top of the hill, the sound of Yotam's guitar playing in the evening and the smell of the pasta prepared with potatos and ... sweet potatos, which surprisingly could go together.
Shaharut showed me another desert beauty. More rocky, windy and flat. Almost lack of sand, which makes the orientation more difficult and the feeling of safeness weaker. Still, because of my host's oasis I enjoyed the calm Bob Dylan's mornings and warm, quiet nights in the middle of the desert in a village of not more than 100 people with no shop in it.
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