Mike!
Here is the man who did the most for me in Israel, and who left an indelible impression with his calmness, advice, humor, knowledge, confidence, and wisdom.
But meeting him is still a whole day away, a day, however, already illuminated by his experience. And in the Negev desert you can hardly ride at random: the military scurry about here and there; a barrel near the ruins of a hut means a training target, and on weekdays you can get caught in an artillery barrage. I connected with Mike on a crash-pad site for bike maniacs https://warmshowers.org, and he was the one who told me how to get to Revivim safe and sound.
My restless nature, forever thirsty for life and impressions, made me jump ahead, but now my mind is galloping back to square one, and the day starts in all its warm velo-magnificence.
First up – a bike shop, the only one I could find on Google Maps. The latter saved me more than once or twice; mobile internet came in handy to the max!
Interestingly, the inner tube I bought turned out to be self-sealing, which I only discovered some time later. Mike told me later that it works quite well, and small holes heal up perfectly on their own – magic! But it also has a fatal flaw – decent-sized holes will stay there forever – you can't patch them manually, the green goo from inside the tube that fills small punctures corrodes the glue on patches, should you wish to use any.
A mountain biker will find off-road anywhere
Following Mike's advice, I rode out of Beersheba along one of the three transport arteries connecting the north and south of the Negev; that is, Beersheba and the pampered resort of Eilat. The western one - near Egypt, to ride there you need permission from the ubiquitous army, and the eastern one – near the Dead Sea, but the most picturesque one is right down the center, and that's the one I chose.
For some reason, the GPS brought me to these gates as a tourist attraction. Feast your eyes!
There is nothing sweeter to a cyclist's soul than dusty dirt roads
The army is everywhere, and monuments to it aren't rare either
Local merchants clearly paid off the creators of my GPS (Sygic for Android); it led me to a supermarket as if it were a landmark. Well, I'm not discouraged – let's use this spot as a vantage point to show you a panorama of the city I just left.
Holes for ventilation, a roof against the sun, metal – one of the types of bus stops in Israel. The display board isn't electronic yet
Bike path
Thanks to Mike's advice, I rode a considerable chunk along the gradually built bike path between Beersheba and Sde Boker. Interestingly, intersections in Israel often have names related to the settlements that once existed there. I turned onto the path near Ohalim. I think it's a great practice – everything should be given a beautiful name to improve orientation and increase cultural diversity. For the nerds and geeks, they could also add a universal number in small print, but that's probably overkill.
Occasionally, a tree or two stands out, a sort of mini-oasis
The oases left me slightly disappointed: they are just as pale and plain as the surrounding reality (not that I'm complaining about the desert). I was expecting it to be like in a video game – fountains where young maidens in burqas fan sheikhs with ostrich feather fans, with baskets of fruit and camel caravans nearby.
Instead of this magnificence – a prosaic shepherd with a herd of goats
Or an oil refinery/power plant/other technical structure
It's hot all around, not a cloud in the sky, the temperature is probably about 25 degrees
The Israeli people have only two friends – the Air Force and the Army!
The former
The latter
Therefore, their honor must be respected by installing a large number of reinforced concrete sculptural structures
This terrifying monster pounced on me right in the middle of the road, I almost fell off my bike
Even the road markings have appeared
One of the secrets of the Israelis' success in turning the desert into a blooming garden is drip irrigation. A separate hose is connected to each of these palms, delivering the exact amount of water right to the roots. The Negev desert didn't once belong to Israel, and the first settlers had the right to create only “experimental farms”. After some time, a UN commission arrived in Revivim to finalize the Jewish question. Instead of sand and rocks, they found flowerbeds, fruit trees, and hard-working farmers content with their lives. Jaws dropped, hands moved on their own, signing the papers handing the Negev over to the newly-emerged state to continue the favorable processes.
The grove was created by the local oil refinery as a status symbol and a sign of care for the people and the environment
Drip irrigation is our everything
A wonderful rest stop with a pillar for bike repairs. Civilization!
In theory, there should also be water for washing and drinking, but there was a slight hiccup with that
Guava drink – it's best to buy it with your eyes closed, so you don't have a heart attack from the prices
The Guava itself
Following Mike's advice, I turned onto the old highway
Tunnels under the highway
During the rainy season – from autumn to spring – there are flash floods in the desert, so the tunnels here are more for the preservation of the highway than for the animals.
The vegetation is thicker in Golda Meir Park
A sight for sore eyes!
A beauty to behold!
You can count the open bodies of water on one hand; most of them are artificial
Kids were hanging out in the park – bus tourists
The kids tried to chat with me, but unfortunately, they didn't know a single international language out of the ones I speak. I just had to dumbly stare at a young, slender, sultry southern beauty, and move on.
The oasis has been commercialized by a spa center. Nothing is sacred anymore!