Remembrances of the Holy Land (Epilogue)

PHOTO: Doron Bookshtein

If you've spent time reading any of the trip blogs, Thank You!
If you've read through all 14 parts, I applaud you mightily!!

FINAL THOUGHTS

There are pluses and minuses to going on an organized pilgrimage. We had 28 people in our group, including guide, a nice intimate size. Everybody pretty much got along with everyone else and the size was small enough that we were able to use a single bus. ReGeneration's previous group had around 40 people and required two buses.

I had chosen the single room upgrade option. At first glance it's wonderful to be able to go back to your hotel room and simply vegetate in silence. Also, you can pretty much unpack your baggage and spray it across the whole room without much worry. Clearly an upside for anyone who isn't a Neat Freak.

However, there was a downside. Sometimes it's too easy to go back to the room and bask in solitude. With the exception of the first night in Amman, and that Tuesday in Jerusalem, I never really did do anything in the evening with anyone else. Had I been in a double occupancy room, no doubt I would have went out purely due to peer pressure.

Having the single room option sort of puts one out of the loop on many simple things, and it's not in my character to overtly search out what others are doing. Nor did anyone really go out of their way to share what they were doing in the "off-time." (In no way am I suggesting it was their responsibility to).

If you're one that feels you must have a single room. I can understand that. Just make sure you make that extra effort to constantly be involved!

Additionally, in a nutshell, I went halfway around the World to watch television, and it wasn't even Israeli television! The whole idea of catching the Sharks' playoff games in the evenings may have sounded good on the surface. However, it relied on Internet that was either spotty at best, or ridiculously expensive. I should have just got over the idea I'd be missing the first round of the playoffs and explored where I was. Meaning, throw yourself 100% into your trip!

Before the trip I'd purchased The Christian's Guide to the Holy Land on recommendation by trip leaders, going through and highlighting everywhere we were supposed to go. Then I barely touched the book. While it had nice blurbs on everything over there, including Bible passages for each location, I didn't use it nearly as much as I could have.

I cannot stress enough that one should read their Holy Bible!! It goes without saying that a Christian should read their Bible. However, there were points where Doron and TS talked about things happening which I was vaguely familiar with. Had I been more versed in Bible reading it would have been more enjoyable.

One should also spend time trying to understand the current political situation that exists today. I had picked up The Palestine – Israeli Conflict, A Beginner's Guide which some regarded as the most balanced book on the conflict. The first part was written by an Israeli, while the second part was by a Palestinian. I'd only finished the Israeli section before the trip, so didn't have an idea of what to look for.

Keep a journal!!! I wish I had. In writing these trip blogs, I relied on photographs to jog my memory. I'm sure I've forgotten things I would have recorded at the time, and I might have been more choosy in what I did record.

I asked several trip members whether they'd kept a journal. Sadly, those that did respond said "no."

My trip was in 2008. Small portable computer devices have expanded like crazy since then, especially with a myriad of tablets out there. If a person owns a laptop or tablet, they MUST take it with them. If not to check email, then simply to keep a journal and to backup photos to from the day's shooting.

That brings me to another item; a good camera. I went the extreme, dripping with a high end dSLR and several pro-quality lenses, along with all sorts of things need to support that. It produced great quality photos. Far superior than any point and click might. But, it didn't produce squat once it stopped working. I foolishly left a backup body to save a little weight. Never again!! I also brought a tripod and a monopod. With the exception of the night shots at Kibbutz HaOn, the tripod was just taking up space.

Do yourself a favor and get the best quality camera you can afford. dSLR are coming down in price significantly, as are the removable lenses, which provide a far better quality than most consumer cameras. Whatever you're considering, a camera on a phone is NOT an option. (Someone recently photographed their wedding with an iPhone. Mark my words that they're going to regret that some years from now.)

No matter what camera equipment you end up with, don't be afraid to click that shutter button. We're no longer in the age of film where you have to be selective. Shoot freely, download them to your computer at night, and then delete garbage that will never be used! Otherwise you may end up with 10,000 photos, three-quarters which are out of focus, blown out, too dark or just plain bad.

If you're on one of the major cell phone carriers there's a good chance they will operate in another country. Do your research ahead of time. I have Verizon, which operates in Israel and Jordan. Before going, I found out that they had a Blackberry loaner program, which allowed me to spend some extra money for the month and have data connectivity, as well as make phone calls, for one (relatively) low price.

Another person had her 1st Gen. iPhone, which was only on AT&T at the time, and she was able to make phone calls only some of the time. The lesson is you don't need to get a burner phone locally just to be able to calls inexpensively. You just need to make sure you have the right plan.

Don't be afraid to actually buy souvenirs along the way. I ended up with very little souvenirs, and what I did buy, is nothing I'm overly excited about. Though it would have probably simply ended up on my wall I sure wish I'd bought a shofar, like CM did. They're totally cool and sure are a conversation piece!

Would I go again? Absolutely!! After coming back I found there were lots of things we didn't see even at the sites we went to simply because of time.

Would I try to go it solo? Yes again. However, you have to really consider what you're going to do, and what you're going to miss without a traveling partner.

Even if you were to stuff your mind with all sorts of data, it's just not the same as having someone to share the traveling experience with, or a guide who is well versed on the subject. Having a traveling partner also gives you an extra sense of security in some of the lesser safe-feeling areas.

If you do decide to go it on your own, plan your trip strategically. Unless you're going to spend months over there, you're probably going to have to trim some places out so you can concentrate on others, and not leave lacking. Petra, Jerash and Aqaba were amazing places to experience. But, I have to wonder if we hadn't spent the time in Jordan, could we have seen lots more in Israel (regardless of the cost factor)?

Remember to bring your ATM card with you. Banks are plentiful in that the cities and your card should work in most ATMs, depending on your financial institution, without a big exchange fee. This way you won't have to carry cash with you into the country you're visiting, and you're less likely to end up at home with a ton of unspent foreign currency.

If you're in Jordan, US Dollars were accepted fairly frequently. Less to some degree in Israel.

Don't just eat in fancy restaurants, and you must seek out shawarma and kanafeh!! There's something special about eating shawarma from a street side vendor in Nazareth! (For you vegetarians, you can get falafel if you must).

Lastly….HAVE FUN!! It might just end up being the trip of your lifetime!!

--FIN--

Remembrances of the Holy Land (To J-Town)

PHOTO: Robert Marshall

Not sure about others, but when it came time to leave the kibbutz I was a little saddened.

It wasn't the most posh of accommodations, and now we were heading to Jerusalem. However, the place had a wonderful casual atmosphere, which I know would be absent once we got to the city so central to three major World religions.

We passed through Tiberias and climbed up a steep road, leaving the Sea of Galilee behind us. As we came near the top, we left the main road for Mount Arbel National Park.

From here you're afforded with a breath taking view of virtually the entire Sea of Galilee. Over half of our group was satisfied with relaxing under a tree at the top. The rest of us were drawn over the edge to a precarious trail where you held on to a metal cable and metal hand holds drilled into the rock.

Fortunately, I'd decided to leave most of my camera gear tucked inside the bag, keeping my 17-40mm walk around lens on the camera. Still, it became a big challenge when it came to a few of the holds where it was more like climbing a ladder than hiking a trail.

We were safely down the first part of the trail, and then meandering on a slow downhill slope, when I felt a sharp pain on the bottom of my right foot. I hadn't felt anything like that since I'd stepped on a rusty nail when I was young.

At nearly the same time, StL said, "Hey, you lost the bottom of your shoe!" Sure enough, the glued on outer sole of my hiking boot had literally came off in mid stride. If I'd been on soft ground I probably wouldn't have even noticed.

I tried to keep walking, but the soft inner sole was no match for the rocky trail. Unfortunately, I had left my roll of duct tape in my main camera bag. Doron used his army training and fabricated a bandage to tie the sole in place. It worked briefly, but I had to keep retying it every 100 feet, or so.

Along the way there were all sorts of caves. Plus, the local cattle had free range up and down the meadows of Arbel. I'd never imagined we'd be running into cattle all the way up there.

Besides the problem with my shoe I had also left the bus without nearly enough drinking water. I was in the Boy Scouts for years, and should have known better. As we rested at a fork in the trail, I drank the rest of my water, along with some extra StL brought along. Some of the more youthful trip members took this opportunity to explore the ancient Druze fortress.

We heard a yell from above, and were able to look up to see DK and CG waiving. It would have been cool to have checked it out. But, at this point, I didn't want to climb up, just to climb back down to the main group.

TS offered to let me use his shoes, while he switched to his sandals. However, I really didn't like the possibility of his busting an ankle on my account during the climb back up.

Little by little, people started heading up the trail. I had hopes it was just going to be a steep walk. However, we ran into yet again another pitch of metal hand holds. Fortunately, it was maybe 20-30 feet at most. I was the final person to the summit and can remember the relief as I saw the rest of my fellow travelers lounging under the shade tree.

Due to my footwear malfunction, and the extra long wait below the fortress, we were behind schedule. Unfortunately, this would cost us seeing the aqueduct at Caesarea Maritima  - one of the things I was really looking forward to seeing.

When I got back to the bus, the first thing I did was dig out my duct tape to secure the loose boot sole. It looked really funny with one brown boot and one silver boot.

It was now time for lunch at Mount Carmel. The Druze run a restaurant, which does a gangbuster business. Surprisingly, the long line moved fairly quickly once it got inside the building. Outside, there was a poor little dog, which greeted everyone cheerfully in hopes of mooching a morsel.

Once again shawarma was the lunch of the day, and was welcome after all the climbing and walking earlier in the day. I had kept a little for the little dog, but he seemed to have wandered off by the time we came out.

Before leaving, TS wanted to give a sermon from an outlook near the Muhraqa Carmelite Monastery, which has a commanding view of where Elijah battled the Baal worshippers. Unfortunately, to get to this overlook one had to hike up a steep paved road. While the climb, itself, was not difficult, the first few feet wreaked havoc on my duct tape job. I had to turn around and ask Adi to open the bus' luggage compartment to get my sports shoes.

Understandably, Doron was none too pleased, suggesting I should have done that during lunch. Though I really didn't need someone to wait with me SH held back until I could get changed, and we walked up the hill together.

(This is the area which would see tremendous forest fires in 2010. They were so big they could be seen from NASA satellites.)

The walk down from the monastery was probably worse than going up because it put stress on the back of the calf. Almost all the way to the bottom I heard some noise coming up from behind, only to turn around and see SK and GC in some type of foot race. They just barely stopped before careening into the road gate at the bottom! (For the record GC beat him, though DK said he gave her a head start!)

Once we got back to the bus, it was a long wind down the road towards Megiddo. We stopped briefly so Doron could point out an old tomb by the side of the road, complete with rolling stone. He said this was an example of Jesus' resting place may have looked like.

Changing biblical topics, we fast forwarded to Revelations with our stop at Tel Megiddo. Lord was it HOT!! This was the first really hot day we'd experienced on the pilgrimage.

We wondered through the ruins before stopping at a covered overlook which has been built for groups wanting to stop and give lectures. As TS and Doron spoke of the End of Days battle, it was eerie to look out and see the crossroads, which served as an "X Marks the spot" in many a television documentary.

Despite the predilection of this being the battle site, the Israeli park system put up a white column, with "May Peace Prevail on Earth" written in multiple languages. Everyone in our group saw the irony.

As we were heading back to the bus I slowly walked across the overlook and took about 15 shots with the intention of stitching them into a panorama. (Hopefully, one of these days I'll actually get around to doing that).

While walking I took the opportunity to call my sister again. Not sure why. I felt the urge to. She said it was really creepy to think about where I was calling her from and as I thought about it, she was right.

Once again I was disappointed to later learn what we saw barely scratched the surface, as there was an underground complex to the park which we never saw, plus lots more the of city. It would have taken quite some time to see all that, and it just wasn't in the cards.

It was now time to turn our sight west. After what seemed like forever, despite only being 18 miles as the crow flies, we arrived at Caesarea Maritima, the famous port built by Herod, the Great.

We quickly went to an overlook of the Hippodrome, where Romans would race chariots around the u-shaped track. The sand looked so manicured as if nobody had ever set foot on its surface.

It was here that we also had our faces kissed with the cool Mediterranean breeze. You can only imagine how much of a relief it was after the heat of Megiddo. As we looked towards the south, we noticed several wind gliders sailing on the breeze near the Orot Rabin Power Station. I slapped my big zoom lens on, but they were still pretty much small specs off in the distance.

Doron said we had to move quickly because we had less than 10 minutes to get into the amphitheater before they locked the entry gate. Along the walkway we saw the Pilate Stone, which is the only archeological find confirming Pontius Pilate by name.

The amphitheater is truly amazing. In a day long before electronic amplification, performers could capture everyone's attention simply because their voices were echoed by the shape of the building. Israel still uses this amphitheater, holding rock concerts there on a regular basis.

We held a short concert of our own after TS spoke about the Apostle Paul addressing Herod Agrippa II. As CM and RC performed They'll Know We Are Christians (Peter Scholtes, 1968) I had to, once again fight back tears. It's one of those songs whose melody and wording stirs something up, even today.

Leaving Caesarea Maritima, we headed south along Israel's Hwy 2. Nearly everyone seemed knocked out from the day's activity. As I looked out the left side of the bus we passed mile after mile of what we might call Suburbia here in the USA. There were malls with movie theaters, stores, gas stations, etc. Except for the Hebrew writing, it could easily be mistaken for any medium sized California coastal town.

Twilight came on near Tel Aviv as we transitioned to Israel Hwy 1, and headed inland. I remember vaguely passing Ben Gurion Airport at one point, and then starting to climb into some rolling terrain.

Adi had long ago shut off the overhead video screens. I may have been one of the few awake to see them pop open start playing The Holy City  (Stephen Adams, 1892). We had arrived!!

When we pulled into the driveway for the Jerusalem Gate Hotel, nobody moved. We were all so tired, and it seemed all so surreal. Without much fanfare we checked in and received our room assignments.

I can't honestly remember whether we got there before the dining room closed at 8pm. If we did, we probably grabbed something and headed up to our rooms for the night. I drew Room 525, a single room, tucked right in the middle of the hotel. It faced the southwest so didn't have a view of the Old City.

Despite have such a long day, and feeling dog tired when coming off the bus, most people seemed to catch their second wind after checking their rooms out.

People started to congregate about 30 minutes, after having a chance to clean up. I ran into ED and RV asking what the plan was? RP walked up a couple of moments later, basically asking the same question.

They answered they'd planned to check out the mall downstairs, looking for ice cream. The delivery was sort of as if to say, "how about it be girl's night out" which I caught on to almost immediately. Others, not so much. With that thought in hand, I said "Have fun" and took the escalator leading into the basement level of the hotel.

Turns out the hotel was built on top of a small mall. There were two levels of restaurants and shops. Wondering around, it was amazing how packed it was. Almost, to be compared to a weekend during the holiday shopping season. 

I noticed a store selling men's suits. Considering how late at night it was, all the salesmen and tailors were hard at work. There was lots to choose from…as long as it was black, traditional looking, and paired with white shirt and thin tie. Not exactly my look.

Ironically, as I passed by the shop's font windows I ran into ED and RV again. They'd apparent;y found their ice cream after all. At this point it was so stuffy in the small hallways that the idea was getting better the more I thought about it.

I was about to call it an evening when I ran into RP, RF. We decided to take a walk around the block. I figured how long could it actually take? I hadn't realized we were on top of a shopping center which just happened to have the Central Bus Station inside of it!!

We walked and walked and walked. Then took a left up a dimly lit block. RF reminded us about not getting lost, but I figured if we kept the building to our left, sooner or later, we'd come back to where we started!!

At the next street we turn left again. This block has a neighborhood on the right side, and we even walked by a monument to Field Marshal Edmund Allenby, the conqueror Palestine. It looked out of place on that back street.

I think we all felt relieved when the front door of the hotel finally came into view.

Once back it was nighty night because the morning would come fairly early.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Remembrances of the Holy Land (Nazareth)

PHOTO: Robert Marshall

Another early morning came at the kibbutz. I got up and took a short walk around the immediate area. When you're born in the city there's a particularly peaceful condition you experience when in the country.

Birds, were chirping off in the distance, interjected with the occasional scream from one of the peacocks that live at Kibbutz HaOn. The weather was crisp and clear, and because you're at nearly 700 feet below Sea Level, the air is thick from oxygen saturation and a bit of humid.

Some other members of our group actually went jogging in the morning. I guess the huge amount of walking each day just wasn't enough for them?

People meandered in for breakfast at their own pace until it was time to catch our bus to our first stop of the day, Capernaum.

Capernaum, was a small fishing village on the northern shore of the Sea of Galilee. According to the Gospels, this was where Jesus met nearly half of his Disciples (Peter, Andrew, James and John, and later Matthew).

The Catholic church has built a modern day church over the top of an older church, in turn built over what is believed to be the actual house of Simon Peter. Its shaped reminded me of those alien spacecraft from War of the Worlds. Apparently, part of the floor is see through glass that allows you to view the historical site from above. Unfortunately, it was , packed with a catholic service at the time so we could not check it out.

Our group took some time to sit down at the 4th Century AD synagogue to listen to a sermon from TS, where he taught about Peter and what the area must've have been like when Jesus called it Home.

We took a few minutes to walk down to the harbor area, which isn't always open to visitors. A cool shiver came over at the thought that this is where Jesus may have sailed out on to the Galilee. I looked over at CM, who had this glazed look on his face. I asked him how he was doing, which he quietly responded, "fine" and I had to wonder if he was having the same experience I was.

Since Jesus called this area home after leaving Nazareth, it is rich in Biblical lore, and you can go from site to site in a scant few minutes.

A few miles southwest is Tabgha, where Jesus fed 5000 people despite having only two fishes and five loaves of bread. This seemed to be one of the busier pilgrimage sites we had visited in the Galilee.

After leaving the bus, there's a broad gate to walk through. A string quartet had set up to the right of the gate, and sounded wonderful. I wish we had more time to just site there and listen, but we were crunched for time (why is it  we were always crunched for time on this trip??), and made our way into the Church of the Multiplication.

Inside the church there's a pretty cool mosaic of the fishes and loaves next to an alter which sits above an exposed three foot section of limestone. This is said to be the exact spot where the miracle happened.

While it was interesting to have seen it, we were inside the church for something like five minutes before being ushered back towards the bus. To be honest, I would have cut this stop out so we could have spent more time at one of the later stops that day.

SH got a little cross when I wanted to stop for a moment to take a picture of a bird that had set up a nest over one of the doors, even though I wasn't the last person out the church door.

Since arriving in Israel we had primarily spent time in the Galilee drainage. However, we now climbed out of the basin towards Nazareth.

One of the largest concentrations of early mosaics is located in Sepphoris, the largest Galilean community during Jesus's time, and no doubt a place Joseph took the young Jesus many times.

This was an Israeli work day so the place was absolutely deserted. In fact, we may have been the only group there, which was really nice because I can image that place is overrun on a Summer weekend.

As you leave the parking lot you walk down the Cardo Decomanus, a broad paved street. I'm not talking asphalt, but huge blocks of stone. It was pretty hard on the knees, especially if you happened to land on one of the seams.

Up until now most of the mosaics we'd seen had been pretty small. Not the case with those in Sepphoris. Off to the left are several covered areas with slightly elevated platforms which give you a better view of the large artwork.

The first mosaic we came to was the Festival of the Nile. This was absolutely fabulous with all sorts of hunting scenes and wild animals. I lingered behind to try and get some shots of the wonderful artwork, but was again chastised for having people wait for me, which nobody was! Of course, if SH hadn't said anything who knows how long I would have lingered.

After a short walk we came to what appeared to be a fairly new building, the Dionysus house. This building had modern lighting, and an air conditioning system, which few of us wanted to leave.

The Dionysys House includes the World famous Mona Lisa of the Galilee. Archeologists aren't quite sure who its a likeness of, but she has a smile reminiscent of Da Vinci's painting; hence the name.

I don't remember whether we actually got inside the Fortress, but the view from the top would have been stunning as it's a two-story Crusader building which sits on one of the highest buildings around.

Cutting back through the theater we came to the only synagogue that's been uncovered to date. Despite this being a Jewish religious temple, the huge mosaic floor is actually filled with large signs of the zodiac.

We sat on some modern concrete benches as our guide, Doron, explained the symbolism of the images. Just as he was about to finish as little stray dog wondered across the floor. He quickly added, "that's a dog." My typing isn't doing justice to his comedic timing as we all had a good laugh over it.

Back on the bus our next stop would be in Nazareth. To describe the feeling of Nazareth would be to say it felt like a college town. Lots of traffic bustling around, with a population that seemed much younger than other places we'd been to.

We were now on our own for over an hour so we could wander around and find something to eat. This was my first chance to taste Shawarma, which is sort of a cross between a Gyro and a taco. If you've never had Shawarma, do yourself a favor and seek it out!

Each stand had their own variety of meats, sauces and vegetables to combine. At the stand I went to the guy grabbed a large pita, and you told him what meat you wanted, with which sauce, along with lettuce, tomato and other veggies I don't remember.

(While not the same stand, there's a YouTube video which gives you an idea, and which is bound to get your mouth watering!)

At the stand next door, they actually had several skinned carcasses, which I can only imagine were lamb, ready for cooking. Think Peking Duck in China Town, only these were raw, and not really refrigerated. Needless to say, any American Health Department would have had a fit seeing that.

When the time came we were supposed to gather at the main street corner in front of the Basilica of the Annunciation, easily the biggest building in town.  This is where the Virgin Mary found out she would be the mother of Jesus.

The modern church was built in 1969, and is absolutely HUGE! On the bottom floor are housed two older churches, one of with the grotto where Mary lived, and the other a Crusader church built a few centuries later.

One of the impressive parts of this building is a collection of artwork from 44 nations. Each one put their own unique-looking spin on the Annunciation. I have to admit, I was pretty disappointed in the American version.

I could have spent quite a bit more time photographing all the artwork, but had to move on, though this time I wasn't the last one left.

Before heading back to the bus, we were in for a special treat. Tucked several blocks away, in the Old City, is the Synagogue Church, which was open on a limited basis when we were there. This is probably one of only a few places where people are certain Jesus' feet actually tread.

Before TS gave a short sermon on the young Jesus, people were encouraged to remove their shoes and socks so their feet could feel the stones and be as close to Jesus as they could. Kind of funny, but I think mostly the women took him up on the suggestion.

I had on some heavy hiking boots and wool socks so felt it would take too long to get them back on once it was time to leave.

Just before being ushered back onto the bus, Doron suggested we stock up on Kanafeh and baklava, to take back to the kibbutz, if we wanted to.

There was this fantastic shop just across from the Basilica which was basically semi-self-serve.  You were given a container and could pile on as much pastry as you wanted. You then went to the cashier who would charge you buy the pound.

I got out of there for only US$11. One person spent upwards of US$40!!

It was getting late in the afternoon, so we retraced our steps back through Kafr Kanna, to our last night at the kibbutz. Kafr Kanna is where Jesus helped cater a wedding by turning water into wine. We were nowhere near the site. I only mention the city because of a funny billboard I glimpsed earlier in the day, though I wasn't completely sure who was at the time.

This time I was ready and grabbed a quick snapshot as we rumbled by at 30 mph. When I looked at my image later, I was right! It was Arnold Schwarzenegger back in his weight lifting days, before he became the Governator. I had to wonder if the gym actually asked his permission before using it.

Once we dropped back into the Galilee basin, we headed north, rather than south, for one last spot of the day, the Mount of Beatitudes. This is where Jesus delivered his Sermon on the Mount, one of his most important teachings.

We bypassed seeing the formal Roman Catholic Church, which sits atop the hillside. Instead we made our way down a somewhat muddy path to a hill with a commanding view  of the Galilean shoreline.

Along with the TS's sermon, CM held a worship service on a guitar, which he'd been bringing along from place to place.

Towards the end I was so embarrassed when my cell phone alarm went off during TS's prayer. For whatever reason, my Blackberry had converted my home alarm into one in the late afternoon Israel-time, and I hadn't deactivated it.I slowly turned about, grabbed the phone and permanently deleted it!

After trudging back up the hill, a few of us stopped to peruse a small stand selling olive oil and wood carvings. Despite the suggestion I not buy anything there, I got a small bottle of EVOO to take home.

We finally headed back to the kibbutz after having driven all over the region.

That evening I went into the lobby to see if I could grab any better Internet connection. I was able to log in and checked email and surfing the web a little. However, the connection didn't last.

Tonight, a large group of us were sitting around when someone suggested we play a mystery game. I can't remember the actual name of it, nor the name we came up with since, which had something to do with the region.

One person was a a narrator, one was the sheriff, two were the gang, and the rest were the village people. The village people would shut their eyes while the gang decided who to murder by way of hand signals. Once the village woke up, the narrator would tell the story of who died, and by what method. We'd go until the sheriff finally figured out who the gang members were, or everyone got killed.

SeL was the narrator and came up with unique methods of demise for each person. I died by way of worms that strangled me. This was based on my multiple comments about huge black worms that were all over the Jersash ruins. It was funny.

Part of the group left, and we decided to play one more game. This time CB and I were the gang. DK was the sheriff. Things were going very well. When we were down to only a handful of people I decided to whack CB because she was getting careless in some of her comments to the village.

I felt victory within my grasp. Then it happened. The narrator misunderstood who I wanted gone next. GC had been getting closer and closer to figuring it out. I wanted her gone. However, they misinterpreted my finger pointing and got rid of the person sitting on their other side. Next round she got me!

It was really really late so that was it for the night.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Remembrances of the Holy Land (Galilee)

PHOTO: Dave Kim

Long before the nation of Israel was founded 1948, they already had built a large amount of collectives where people would live and work together, mostly based on agriculture. These were known as the Kibbutz and I guess one might compare them to an American commune though not nearly as hippy-casual.

Starting in the 1970s many of the kibbutzim were converted from farms into neo-bed and breakfast facilities because there was more money in tourism. Though not as posh as a typical western hotel, they offered a unique lodging experience when visiting Israel.

Our home in the Galilee was Kibbutz HaOn. It had one large central building with office, spa and dining hall. Guests stayed in a whole slew of mustard yellow bungalows within easy walking distance. It had a private water front where you could swim as long as you stayed within the two adjacent jetties. (Of course, American tourists being American tourists, several of our party swam far out into the Sea of Galilee – including several hundred meter swim to a marker buoy).

Food was buffet-style, set up in a common dining room. It included typical Middle Eastern fare I'd come to expect (hummus, olives, pita, falafel, etc.) along with chafing trays full of hot options. I especially enjoyed the multiple pickled herring options available…even at breakfast time!! I LOVE HERRING and made sure to have plenty of it every day. Cold drinks were dispensed by machines similar to those found in a 7-11, and there were multiple pots of coffee.

Not wanting to repeat the previous morning's rushing, I set the alarm on my Blackberry 8830 for something like 6:30a. As I lay there in bed, there was a rap on the door by one of the kibbutz managers. I can still hear his thick Israeli accent, "Good morning….GOOD MORNING!! It's (whatever time it was)."

Sometime after 8am our permanent Israeli bus driver Adi showed up. Our bus was a lot more comfortable than either one we had the prior day. It was painted sea blue and decorated with all sorts of tropical fish, which made it easy to pick out at sites where it was common to see dozens of tourist buses.

We headed up the eastern side of the Sea of Galilee into the Golan Heights. This was a major area of fighting between Syria and Israel during 1967's Six Day War. Reminders of the war could still be seen along both sides of the road. Bullet-ridden buildings and tank carcasses, along with multi-lingual signs warning of mine fields just behind the road's edge.

Our first stop of the day was Katzrin, a reconstructed 1st Century AD village set up as a museum. It was pretty cool to walk amongst buildings, and not ruins, and it really gave us a good feeling of how things looked.

At the museum's synagogue they had a looking glass setup. When you looked though it, they had filled in the missing walls to give you a better idea of what the complete building might have looked like. Neat idea really, and it made me wonder why other places don't do that.

A short drive away was Banias (Caesar Philippi in Roman days). The Greeks believed that the god Pan lived deep inside a grotto there. There's also a nice water area which is marked as the headwaters of the Jordan River. Unfortunately, our tight schedule didn't allow us to explore the falls area, just above the grotto.

Right next door is Tel Dan Nature Reserve. As pure scenery goes this little area was one of my most favorite parts of the entire trip. Lush green foliage with rushing streams which I would have seen right at home in the Sierra foothills.

Historically, the city of Dan was where one of the judge's resided. In fact, the Judgement Seat is still there. Several trip members were photographed sitting there, as is apparently quite popular among tourists.

As we sat down to listen to one of TS's sermons we were told we might have to move quickly at a moment's notice, especially if we hear gun fire. Doron pointed in a northerly direction pointing out Lebanon. A few of us stood on the embankment and took a look.  You could see into some of the Lebanese valleys, which were thick with Hezbollah fighting back in the 1980s and 1990s.

We made a quick stop at an ATM machine in Kiryat Shmona. I only mention this because of this city's story. This city was pummeled by Katyusha rockets during the 1980s. As a result, most of the city is relatively new construction, built with concrete roofs to withstand rocket attacks. Fortunately, none have happened lately. After having mostly visited sites with older construction, this was a stark contrast.

It was also odd to use the ATM machine because, as I remember it, it was all in Hebrew!! I knew the approximate exchange rate (3.26NIS=1USD) so just chose something reasonable.

Israeli currency is interesting. When we talk about plastic money here in the USA, we're talking about credit cards or funny money, meaning it's fake or counterfeit. In Israel they'd started to manufacture money made from plastic because it lasts longer. (It was vertical instead of horizontal, which was also strange to look at).

I think by now most of us were looking forward to lunch. At least I was. We stopped at what I'd describe as a hole in the wall place just north of Ginosar, along the Galilean shore. There were lots of benches under hanging awnings, but we appeared to be the only visitors there. That is, unless you counted the myriad of cats that hung around waiting to mooch scraps of St. Peter's Fish.

The food wasn't anything I'd call spectacular, but it was a nice time because it allowed all of us to sit down together for a meal. We had a few minutes to kill so I went down to the shore to take some photos. There were some people running their horses through the shallows, which I found quite funny.

After lunch we stopped by the Yigal Allon Museum, where the Jesus Boat is on display.

Upon immediately entering the museum there was a huge gift shop with all sorts of things. Not just Christian-themed, but Judaica was well. We were allowed to spend quite amount of time winding up and down the aisles looking for things to take home.

I was drawn to a 4x6 cardboard box which held a cross carved out of olive wood, plus four small vials (incense, Olive Oil, Jordan River water and dirt from Bethlehem). Being the biggest practicing Catholic I knew, I planned to send it to a college friend's mother, who was as close as anything to being a mother when I was over 1000 miles from home. (Alas, but I never got around to sending it to her before she passed away, and keep it to remind me of that).

While in line, I also grabbed a green Celtic cross for my sister, which I thought she'd find beautiful.

I have to admit it, I was fighting back tears when I stood in front of that boat. It had been one of the things I'd really looked forward to seeing, and now it was right there in front of me.

For those not familiar with the story behind the Jesus Boat, it was discovered in the mud of the Sea of Galilee back in 1986. Archeologists put forth a major effort to save what was still there since it had been soaked with water for 2000 years, along with being exposed to damaging insect living in the mud.

While it can never be said that this is the boat which Jesus sailed on, what's a fascinating coincidence is that it's made up of 12 different types of wood, the same number as the Disciples.

Now came the highlight of the day, an actual cruise on the Sea of Galilee. The company running it has a funny habit of raising the national flag of any tour group that sails, and play their national anthem as well. So we were all treated to the Star Spangled Banner blaring out of a speaker as the Stars and Stripes were flying proudly above the Sea of Galilee.

Once our salute was completed you could hear God Save the Queen wafting across the Sea, as a nearby boat raised the Union Jack.

It was great to just kick back and take in the scenery. A few trip members recreated the DiCaprio/Winslet scene from Titanic on the bow, while others sat and talked. I decided to surprise my sister and call her. It was after 11pm back in the San Francisco Bay Area, so she was very surprised I was calling. She got a big jolt when I told her I was calling from a boat on the Sea of Galilee!

We'd had a pretty full day by the time we docked in Tiberias, so we piled on the bus to head back to the kibbutz. Doron said we should stop for coffee.

It's said that in the USA you can swing a cat and you'll hit a Starbucks. Pretty much the same can be said for Cafe Hillel and Aroma in Israel. Just before getting back to the kibbutz we stopped at the Aroma in Zemach Junction. This place was as busy as any Starbucks I've been in. They had some pretty good coffee so I ended buying a pack as a souvenir, which I rationed out for an occasional cup when I got home - finishing it only a few weeks ago.

I wanted to give my hand a try at some night time photography sometime on the trip. The previous night I'd noticed a clear view across the Sea of Galilee to Tiberias. This night I grabbed my camera gear and headed down to the left jetty. It was well maintained, and had a nice place to sit at the end.

While it was really easy to get to, the bright lights of the gable were causing problems. I climbed over the railing and tried setting up in the rocks down below. However, there was still too much light pollution to capture anything worthwhile.

I decided to try the other jetty, which was on the right side. It obviously wasn't being maintained on a regular basis. More importantly, there were no lights. I packed up everything and moved over. I thought I was walking into a jungle with all the unkempt foliage and overgrown palm trees, not to mention the mosquitos I was kicking up by making my way through.

After capturing a dozen shots, or so, I turned around to grab some of the kibbutz, and beat a retreat back to the safety of the well groomed shoreline.

There was a patio set up underneath the dining hall where people could sit. All the time I was out on in the jungle I could hear laughing and carrying on. Turns out it was a half dozen people from our group playing a game called Bananagrams, which GC had brought with her.

At one of the pre-trip meetings TS had told us all about the stereotype of the loud American Tourist. Basically, people from our country have a habit of speaking a lot louder than is normally needed.

When I got back to the patio I jokingly told them all I could hear them way out on the end of the jetty. It had been intended all in jest. However, it went over like a lead balloon.

CG told me I was certainly welcome to sit down and play. I guess I wasn't feeling like being social that night so I passed. I wish I had because all I ended up doing was going back to my bungalow for the night.

TO BE CONTINUED…