Getting abused by the Dead Sea

The Dead Sea.  Ouch.  We were given 2 options by our driver: 1) pay 50 shekels pp to go to a private beach or 2) go to the public beach for free.  My mom and I really envisioned ourselves floating in Dead Sea for 2 minutes just to say we did it, so we opted for the free public beach.  What a mistake.

Let me just paint you a picture from my POV:
1) One of the windiest days of the year.  Even the usually "calm" Dead Sea was in an uproar.
2) No sand.  The only way to get into the water was to tip toe on sharp-edged rocks and salt formations.
3) No people.  There were maybe 5 people floating in the water.  For a good reason, I later realized.
4) I get in and start floating (cool!), but the violent waves are crashing me into the sharp salt formations.
5) My mom just started taking swim lessons and is scared shitless of water.  She gets in and starts panicking immediately.  Her reaction?  Hang on to me tightly.
6) So here I am, with my mom around my left shoulder, violent waves crashing at my back, and extreme salt water content splashing into my eye causing me to be temporarily blind.

Needless to say, we get the F out.  Next time?  Cough up the 50 shekels and go to a private beach in order to avoid injuries.  And by injuries, I mean mom and I were covered in blood from head-to-toe.  Hilarious in hindsight, though.