Dahab, Egypt

March/April 1990

One evening while in Dahab, Egypt, I had found myself with nobody with whom to talk. I struck up a conversation with this American guy, who was wandering around while spinning a silver disc on his finger. It had turned out we had a common interest in visiting the Gaza Strip.

I agree with the girl in the video. There is something really special about Dahab.

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Gradually I had seen more and more of D, (the disc-spinning guy) My two former travelling companions were ready to move on. I needed to decide whether to go with them or to wait for D. I had decided I would wait for D,

In the meantime I had been invited to a meal by the guy, who was running the place where I was staying. He had seemed very nice but I had felt uneasy at the prospect of being left totally alone (The camp was now empty.) with him, in such an unfamiliar environment.

I had packed up my rucksack and pretended to depart with my friends. Somehow I had ended up staying at the same place as D.

The next day D. and I had headed back to Israel. We had spent the night camping on the beach in Eilat. I had understood this was not strictly allowed. I had barely slept the entire night, expecting to be woken up and moved on by police.

We arose at 5am. I had sat with D. by the beach, watching the sun rise over the Jordanian Mountains, while eating delicious pita bread, filled; with avocado and tomato.

I still have a soft spot for avocados, even if I have been hit on the head by a few, while picking them. I have never eaten avocado since and not thought of that magical time.

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