Leaving Jericho after a few 90 degree turns off highway 1, the roads quickly surrender themselves to the desert. It's difficult to imagine that you are a mere 10 kilometres from the lowest body of water at The Dead Sea and roughly the same again to Jericho just north. It really does give one that sense of remoteness. Settled in the middle of this expanse of emptiness lies the tomb of prophet Moses and ranks as the most religious pilgrim site for Muslims in Palestine. The courtyard within the complex is laden with lime trees and outside an apathetic looking camel. A small shrine overlooks the site of Nabi Musa enabling one to look down over the white domes and palms. Regardless of your motive for coming or truth beneath the truck-size sarcophagus; the essence of devouted attendees is a prize experience in itself. My comrades and I alighted from our vehicle and made haste to the entrance of the mosque mid-afternoon. It was Friday and the chance of getting in, according to some sources, was remote. Nothing however was further from the truth. Whilst we were prevented from entering the prayer hall itself our presence in the courtyard amidst the lime trees and a dozen stray cats was far from frowned upon. As a Christian I felt closer to God in this mosque than a number of churches in Jerusalem. Perhaps this was due to the absence of tourists jostling for space with everything from cameras to camcorders. Worshippers shuffled out of the hall in twos and threes after prayer, not remotely miffed by our curiosity and quiet presence. The lack of pollution, backdrop of the desert and natural light make for some pellucid pictures for the photography enthusiast. If it's a religious spin or somewhere slightly off the beaten path Nabi Musa is your calling. #history #free