My doctor, also pleased with my progress (I can now put on my pants without falling over) gave me permission to go hike Mt. Sinai and head to Petra if needed. Mt. Sinai is first up.
Mt. Sinai is a sacred mountain to both Jews, Muslims and Christians. It is on top of this mountain that God first handed down the ten commandments to Charlton Heston.
After a 2 hr drive, my group starts hiking up Mt. Sinai at 2am with our guide Mohammad. He is a man who has been tasked (by the government) with job of keeping our group together while hiking up the mountain. His English consists mainly of the word "hey" which he uses at different pitches to convey his meaning. We keep on hearing the angry "hey" whenever various members try to (unsuccessfully) leave the group.
Mohammad's frequent smoke breaks and the long line of people ahead of us start jeopardizing our goal of reaching the top before sunrise. I can see a crack of daylight on the horizon as the line stops dead 300 meters short of the top. My quick calculations (that I base on absolutely nothing) tell me that I'm going to miss the sunrise at this pace. It is obvious that the path is held up by slow picture takers on their way up.
The sides of the path are lined with excellent granite boulders that are begging to be climbed. The temptation of the boulders and frustration of the slow people are too great. I break my government issued shackles and start scampering up the rocks at full speed. I hear a distant angry "hey" from behind me, but Mohammad knows he's too late. I'm gone.
For one beautiful moment in history, the Jews, Muslims and Christians (in the line) all put aside their differences and focus their collective anger and frustration on me. No one says anything, but my soul can feel their icy stares. Passing the slow culprits at an all out run, I get to the top quickly and find myself a perfect nook in the rocks from which to catch my breath and watch the sunrise. Absolutely gorgeous.
Now very much relaxed