"The sun beat down upon our glistening forms. Droplets of pure salt flowing, gleaming, gliding in little runs of moisture down our nearly naked bodies. The dead sea sparking a salty paradise framed our every effort adding to the perfect setting, warm hands caressed my back kneading in layer upon layer of warm chocolatey mud into the pores, the sun baking the mud on my torso into a luscious goo pudding. I squinted over the sparkling expanse in a moment of pure ecstasy... Right it's your turn! The moment was lost, the beautiful girl with slender limbs and to die for smile who beautiful hands were expertly massaging me were gone only to be replaced by Dave the philosophy teacher from Newcastle!

I finished covering him with mud and returned to stand drying my mud encrusted self next to Scott. SMILE! Every nightmare came true as our tour guides camera appeared from nowhere a roaming personal paperazzi. Quick do I look macho, homoerotic, Sexy or all three? I try to diffuse the situation with a moment of witty banter.... Anyone for a a spot of mud wrestling? A tumble weed passes by, In my head I hear the gentle singing of 'I feel good da da da da da da da' start on a nasty repeat, shake my head to clear it and it keeps going! Scott is singing beside me. In a moment of clarity I give into it, feel the Rythm, feel the heat and burst into glorious duet.

Two guys, covered in mud (which they helped each other apply) standing looking into the land of milk and honey singing I feel good... I began to doubt myself ....At what point do you go from being the modern man who cares about his appearance to bating for the other team? A shiver began to creep up my spine...pause.... And then it kept going!

"hope you don't mind, I thought it was about time we got that mud off, we have to go! Roxy clad in a beautiful aquamarine bikini quickly wiped the rest of the mud from my back,(you know the bit of your back you can never quite reach.) and I instantly became me again! Close one, note to self never play in the mud again!