Eilat is a strange city. There is the eastern half with residential areas and industrial zones, and the western half with most of the big hotels, the marina, and the beaches. They are divided by the airport runway, making it awkward to go from one side to the other. The arrangement also means that all the hotels are in the flight path of the airport.

The residential parts of Eilat are nice and green, but outside the desert begins and doesn’t end for a very long time. They have a network of hiking paths there that I was using in the morning. The trouble with deserts is, once you have seen a small part of one, you have pretty much seen it all. It’s surprisingly colorful; the red rock is what gave the Red Sea its name.