sinai is made of magic...

From top to bottom:

Raz, Shani and I enjoying one of many delightful bedouin breakfasts at the Queenswear in Birswear in Sinai in Egypt.








Next we have the beautiful beach landscape.











Followed by me excitedly identifying all the things in the water that I was/am scared of!












A dashing picture of me fighting the wind of the ghost town Tarabin.










Me and my trusty travel mate Maya...aka ruster brown, or "hey Maya" or "booooooooooooooooze"











Then there's a picture of me swimming in water so clear it turned yellow when I peed in it. (dont judge me, the bathrooms were grosser than a a bucket of vomit)








An exciting picture of me near my hutt, which I used only as a closet in which to keep my stuff and change my clothes. There's not a chance in hell I'm sleeping in a wicker basket when I can sleep under meteor showers and galaxies of stars. I say boo to the hutt. booooooooooooo...







Gratuitis breast shots...they warrant no explanation.


























Children on camels. It wouldn't be a trip to Egypt without at least one pic like that.











One of my favorites: a picture of me sprawled out in the back of the incredibly untrusty van that broke down many a times on our way to RAZA BOOGALOOM. which also happens to be the name of the alaskan rock band that maya and I are about to form. we're thinking co co rosie meets neutral milk hotel.





and then there is the epitomy of my time in Sinai, floating. floating and making fun.