Just a few seconds after to entry to the Dead Sea I heard my sister scream: “Ouch!”. “Is it burning you too?” I asked her. “Yes, everywhere!” she responded.
And this was just the beginning, because the intensity of the burn only seemed to increase with each passing moment. The mistake we both had been doing was to shave the night before. In addition, I had some other small cuts, which caused a lot of pain! And God forbid if you get the extremely salty water in the eyes. No joke it is like being temporarily blinded.
After around ten minutes, I could not deal with the painful burning sensation anymore and I had to get out of the sea. It is actually not recommended to stay much longer than that either.
Before travelling to the Dead Sea, I had heard a lot about how beneficial the salt and the minerals combined with the dry climate there is for the health. For people with joint pain, arthritis, psoriasis or even heart problems. Though I do not have any of these health issues, when I was there I actually had a small wart under my foot, which disappeared. It never came back! Thanks to the salt!?
But maybe more than health benefits, the Dead Seas great reputation related to beauty is attractive for many tourists. And the famous Dead Sea mud had to be tried, also by me. The beach where I was, was divided in two. One for the tourists and one for the locals. On the tourist side they sold this magical mud pretty costly. However, I got to know a few locals that knew where to find the mud on the bottom of sea for free. I even brought some in a bottle with me home. This mud was brown. The one that was sold was black. But I guess they had the same effects?
I hope this do not sound racist, because in no way it is meant in a negative manner. But I remember I was looking up on the beach when I was out in the water, I saw a man and I was thinking “Wow, that is the blackest person I have seen in my life!”. Actually it was not a black skinned person, it was my dad, with black Dead Sea mud all over his body. Later I heard that more people had though the same thoughts when they saw him. It was pretty funny to see everyone lubricated with the mud.
However, it was not just relaxing and delicious to have the mud on the body. It felt warm, a little bit like a sunburn. Then it started itching. After a while, I moved down to the water to take the mud of. Which burned due to the small cuts, again.
My grandma always told me “One Must Suffer to be Beautiful”. In that sense, all the pain was worth it. Because the skin was super smooth afterwards. But if we all looked ten years younger after the visit (as promised) is another question…