Last night* we pull into a little outpost in the middle of the darkness of the Sinai. There are three shelters in the pool of light -- two are wooden frames with dried palm fronds for a roof, one is made of brick but is largely open on the front and also has palm fronds for a roof. Three goats sit on a picnic table in front of the latter. A ( Read more... )

   Security on the Israeli side of the border crossing at Taba/Eilat consisted of three seperate places where they checked our paperwork and passports and crossreferenced them on the computer (and Aaron almost got taken into custody*); Security on the Egyptian side consisted of a man in a chair ( Read more... )