Monday, 7 October 2013

The End of summer

After nearly three months of fun, the summer has finally come to an end. It really has been rather busy; beginning with classic english rainy bbqs, champagne and strawberries for breakfast, trips to Soho for tea, to Shoreditch for a roof top viewing of a 90s film and to Brick Lane for vintage shopping. Then there was a week of beaches, smoothies and cocktails in Gozo, followed by 16 days plein de art, culture and fashion in Paris. After 2 brief days in London, it was then Israel for a month; camping in the beautiful desert drinking sweet fragrant teas, lying on hammocks and snorkelling in the coral sea. Without managing to even catch up on sleep after that, the weekend of Reading approached us: three days of damp tents, pot noodles and incredible music. Then back to London for long lazy afternoon picnics in Kew Gardens, evening walks and of course fantastic food. 
It really was a perfect summer.

Sunday, 6 October 2013

The Negev

I am surprised to say that my night sleeping in the desert was by my favourite place I slept in the whole of the tour of Israel. We were staying in a beautiful site full of thatched roofed huts and  hammocks. It was an explosion of pattern and colour - the orange and crimson stripes of the cushions around the fire place, the emerald aztec mats and the stacks of colourful blankets. 

Before fully settling down, we were taken for a quick viewing of the area on camels.

By the time we arrived back, everyone was starving. As I sat around my table I nervously anticipated what the food would be like, seeing as it hadn't been great so far on the trip. However, I really had no need to worry. The meal consisted of a fresh lemonade, home made homous with delicious salads and soft pitta breads as well as numerous rice dishes. After the meal, we were shown the two pots of traditional Bedouin tea which boiled by the fire. This was there for as all through the night so we could help our selves to unlimited cups of a sweet spiced and a strong herbal tea. I think I drunk around 15 cups of that sweet tea that night. 
We spent the evening chatting on the hammocks, exploring the desert as the sun set and listening to music. 

When it got dark we lay on the hammocks under the sparkling sky. I had never seen a sky with quite so many stars. Up until this night I had never seen a single shooting star but I somehow managed to see around ten in a night here.