Mud tales - part 2

There is nothing like a muddy shower to get you going in the morning. The whole experience was very muddy. I sat in mud and had mud between my toes and up to my nose.  To mud... and beyond. Besides the.. um... mud, there was the Jordan river. The water was nice and not too cold. Except for the occasional pesky crab, I really enjoyed diving into it. In the early morning time I even got to see a lutra swimming in the river. There was also a rat in the river once. The most interesting and scary thing to come out of there was a snake, a baby viper. 

I got up from sieving and there it was, just beneath me, hissing and moving about. 

Eventually we got it back into the water and it slithered down stream, but it did cause a bit of a scare.

When I wasn't sieving, I was busy demolishing bits and pieces from the past.

How long ago you ask? Estimated at 60 bloody thousand years!

It was back when you had different Homos roaming around the earth, not only the latest limited edition  H. sapiens sapiens. My demolition rate was excruciatingly slow and confined to a 1x1m square. The first square they had me on was a poor one.I spent my first week digging in that square and found absolutely nothing. By that time I've lost all hope to be excited by anything I might find in the future.  However, I soon realized it wasn't about the actual work, and no, I don't mean it was a spiritual thing, I mean it was about the the people I got to meet.

The excavation was a global experience, well, not as global as it was a European one. I met a couple from Italy, a couple from Sweden, a guy from Spain, and 3 more girls from Austria, France and England (one of each).

They made it all worth while. The digging and sieving had their charm, despite the many calluses, bruises and cuts on my hands, but meeting new, interesting and beautiful people is what made me get up in the morning.

more to come right after the break..