A Desert Experience – meeting Ada


I’d like to take you today, said Alon, to meet a special woman whom I really love.  I go to visit her from time to time and never fail to be delighted when we meet. She is solid, dependable, beautiful –  and never answers back.”  “Fine”, say I, and off we go.

We drove south past Mitzpe Ramon and then after an hour or so  ‘off piste’ or whatever the equivalent is in the desert, we reach a beautiful area with rocky hills and a dried up wadi with shapely acacia trees dotted around and some low bushes, evidence of a hidden water source.

The place is called Be’er Ada – the Well of Ada – and the woman we seek is the eponymous Ada.

It is common knowledge that the process of erosion can alter the landscape dramatically.   Whether as the result of climatic changes, storms, strong winds, rain or flood water – these factors combined with the geological element of the type of rock, its permeability or porosity can produce some extraordinary shapes.  Ada is one such example.


Few people, however, have had the pleasure of an encounter with her and we enter the wadi with a feeling of privilege and respect.  We drive a few hundred yards and stop, and there she waits –   impervious to our presence and observing the surrounding territory; a little stern perhaps, but otherwise completely in command of all she surveys.

The original Ada, after whom she was named, was a biblical character from the book of Genesis, married to a man named Lamech considered by some to be the world’s first polygamist.  He took another wife in addition to Ada, named Zillah.  Ada bore him a son Jubal – considered to be the  father of those who dwell in tents and have livestock (shepherdsand herdsmen)  and Zillah had a son called Tubal Cain believed  to be the forefather of all coppersmiths and blacksmiths.

Lamech is credited with having written the oldest piece of poetry in the world  (Genesis 4:23-24) in which he writes to his wives: “I have killed a man who attacked me and a young man who wounded me”.

This disturbing revelation, plus the fact that she had to put up with her husband taking a second wife, could be the reason why Ada sits there impassively and somewhat tight lipped.

After a socially acceptable sojourn with the lady in question, we bade her goodbye and left to travel south in the direction of Eilat.

By now it was getting dark.   We had spent a wonderful day and I looked forward to an overnight stop, a shower and a chance to rid myself of the accumulated dust from our travels.

And then it happened.  A sudden ‘phut’ and we careered dramatically off the road.   By now it was pitch black, the darkness punctuated only by the headlights of infrequent and  fast moving traffic that passed us on the main highway.

Back in England when you get a flat tyre, you phone the RAC or the AA.  Out they come and fix the car – and off you go.     Here we were in the middle of nowhere, or so it seemed, and this was no ordinary tyre, but a mammoth version that looked to my inexperienced eye like it would need a team of muscular navvies to change it.    Alon struggled patiently with this enormous wheel but with no light whatsoever to see what he was doing.  The only tool available to him was  a jack that would have been  perfect for a kiddies’ wind up toy, but not much more.

There are very few times in my life when I wish that  I was a man, or failing that, at least someone with even a modicum of knowledge about how to fix things. It is a well known statistic that  most Jews and DIY are notoriously incompatible. However in my case my ineffectiveness was compounded by the fact that my Dad and my sons had always been quietly confident in  this area of activity, leaving me even more piteously dependent.

So there I stood for what seemed an age, shivering in the desert night,  an object of total inadequacy, making facile offers of help. Suddenly a car pulled up. Out stepped five young people, three men and two girls who  were on their way to work at Eilat airport. They had seen our plight, turned their car around immediately and came to our rescue.

There are not many places in the world where this happens.  Most people are happy to pass by an incident – but here they were, these nameless angels of mercy on their metaphorical white chargers.    They came, they cheerfully helped to replace the tyre, and then insisted on leaving us with a bottle of cola and some cakes as a parting gift.

Bad things, it is said, are often sent to test us.   The up side is that one can usually find a positive element in  every crisis – in this case it was the way these wonderful young people went out of their way to do us a good turn.   Huge thanks to you all, whoever and wherever you are!     


7 thoughts on “A Desert Experience – meeting Ada

  1. Brilliant!

    Sent from my iPad

    Jonathan Straight Greystones Alwoodley Lane Leeds LS17 7DN

    Tel: 07977 002366



  2. Happy 2016

    I think you were unbelievably lucky and it doesn’t bare thinking about what alternative happenings could have been!

    Whena re you back?



  3. This is israel Ruth, the ONLY place in the world where drivers passing by on the road will stop to offer help if they see someone with a problem! It’s happened to us more than once. its very reassuring! Ada sounds great too, must get to visit her sometime soon.


  4. Love Ada and her story – how wonderful that she sits there for ever with her thoughts – and just near her location young people of this millennium stop to help strangers!!
    Happy New Year Ruth – thanks again for these stories that are wonderful.


  5. Very late one night, before mobile phones, I had a similar experience just off the West Side Highway in New York City . While I didn’t get a present, the fellow who helped me would not let me thank him except to shake hands and to say “someday you too will be able to help someone”


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