Our B-team felt it was too cold for a swim in the Dead Sea and chose a warm well at the road instead.
It was nice to rinse the dust off your body. I used the well, too, to get rid of the salt.

This morning when we took off in the capital of traffic hell, Damascus, I thought of all my mails, people asking about U-turns, how, what and when you do one. I planned to spend the day teaching, simply by riding Farmerlips instructively. I sketched out a nice traffic route in Damascus (see enclosed photo), tracked on the GPS. The red line is the one we took.

I failed to tell my fellow-travellers that it was school time and that I rode a college line this morning. The track reminds you of the line taken by a rabbit nights – Hartraj in our dialect. He runs back and forth in the same tracks and then makes side jumps in order to confuse the fox. Who I wanted to confuse, I refuse to disclose.