It was our first night in Israel. We were camping by the Sea of Galilee. But really, who wants to pitch their tent when you are just going to pack it all up again a few hours later? So a group of us decided to sleep under an awning.
And then it poured. Of course.
Those of us who were sleeping near the edge were getting soaked (ie. me and my teammate Emily.) When we couldn’t take it any longer we grabbed our stuff and booked it to the nearby public restroom.
It was dirty. It smelled. The florescent lights stayed on the entire night. And I still got wet (the rain leaked through an opening in the roof by the wall and consequently landed on my head, my sleeping bag, etcetera.)
The next day we went on a tour of the land of Jesus, but I didn’t care. I was too tired and disturbed from the recent events that had taken place.
It was my worst night on the entire World Race. One day I’ll be able to laugh at it, but not now. It’s still too soon.
