The sign says ‘silence‘ as I gingerly step down the stone steps, careful not to slip.

Then just as I enter the dark cave, dust centuries of  years old, hit the back of my throat. I gasp for air trying not to splutter but I can't hold it and my cough turns into a huge coughing fit.

I am in the cave where Lord Jesus was born – this is probably the most sacred place in the world. A place to touch the blessed stone and see the holy manger, yet I am shattering the silence with my cough.

Still maybe if they had dusted beforehand!

I travelled to Israel as a solo female. If you're looking to travel alone to Israel, there's lots of advice to help you plan your trip on the Girl about the Globe website.


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