Eilat is that place where you fill up gas after the long drive down the Arava road on your way to the Egyptian border, en route to Sinai. Or at least, it was. For us.
A few days in Sinai, or more accurately on the east coast of Sinai, in a basic straw hut on the water's edge, is our idea of the most heavenly holiday possible. We used to go with the girls every year at the end of August. We were there last in August 2000. We haven't been since the Terror War commenced and we won't go till it ends.
I had a lovely time in Eilat, but I really missed Sinai. The mountains, the sea, the wind.
It's a silly, shallow reason to want peace.