Saturday 03. January 2009 There and back again

At south cape

in the dessert

At the dead sea

Run on Casa Calfelor (battering ram)

After our arrival in Jerusalem we searched a place to have a good beer, the first one. In spite of the price, (15 € for one liter beer) we don't wanted to break with the tradition. And fortunately this wasn't the only pub in town. During following walk we met a french Compagnon. And it had already become Shabat. "Shabat Shalom!" Well then wait and see, drinking beer and follow new impressions of an unknown culture. Seperate from words about work no opportunity to find one was real. So we decided to move on, to let behind the foam over energy of this gigantic religious pool.

We arrived at the mediteranian coast. At Regavim a beautiful set of stairs was made. It was an order from a young family living in Giv'at Olga. But we couldn't assemble the finished staircase right away. Because we found out the meaning of an often outspoken saying: "Get use to the israelien way!" We had time, about a month. So we decided to travel again. Let's go into the dessert! After a short visit in Eilat, the wellknown sister city of Kamen, with snorkeling in the red sea, sunbathing and going out to dance, time had come closer to the date of assembly our stair. We moved north again. A short period of time floating in the dead sea on the way and we were back in Tel Aviv. It feels good to be in a city with a beach. The assembly of our staircase went half decent... because the floor was not ready and considerably lower as planed. But two centimeters are of course: "No problem!" Afterwards we went further on, way up to the north. We celebrated Hanukka in Metula and we could realize first signs of fall in Tiberias. Three days of rain in a row. Christmas eve we spent in Nazzareth and it still rained cats and dogs. But a miracle happened. 2 am in the morning an australian guy lost in his way, stopped by and picked us up to a dry place, were we slept in peace. He was our messiah. After two days more around Yodfat we had to come back to Tel Aviv. Our trip home to Sibiu started there and after 48 hours without sleep we were back ' in the real holy land '.