On the Border(s)

At the beginning of my second week in Tel Aviv midway through February, I went up north near the Lebanese and Syrian borders to spend a few days with one of Carrie’s colleagues who lives up there.  Barry and his wife, Masha, graciously invited me into their home so that I could go hiking and see the difference between this part of the country and the rest of Israel.

On Monday morning, Carrie dropped me off at a bus station on the side of the freeway in Herzliya and I caught a bus heading the three hours north to the town of Kiryat Shmona.  I had to get up pretty early to make the trip so I pretty much just crashed the second I got on board and slept the whole way there.  When we finally got to the final stop, I made my way over to the cab stand and tried to give them the address for where I needed to go.  They must not have understood me correctly because they told me it would cost about 90 shekels (the equivalent of just over $20 USD).  I replied back that I was told it should only cost 20 shekels and they indicated that would be the cost if I wanted to take the bus.  I certainly didn’t want to pay $20 for what I was certain would be a very short trip so I wandered over to the local mall right nearby and was luckily able to pick up a wifi signal on my phone (a complete godsend throughout much of Israel.)  When I typed in the address it showed that the house was only a kilometer away so I knew that I could just walk.  Using the map on my phone as a guide I was able to get to the house in just about 15 minutes.

Once I arrived, I tried knocking on the door, but didn’t get any answer.  I was pretty sure that I was at the right place, but didn’t know what to do if there wasn’t anybody home.  I finally had to resign myself to using my American phone to call Barry and let him know that I was outside.  I guess he had been expecting me later in the day and hadn’t heard me knocking.  Fortunately, he was at home so I didn’t have to keep waiting outside in the cold.

After eating some of Barry’s homemade soup for lunch, he drove me across town to the Beit HaShomer kibbutz where there is a small, but pretty comprehensive museum about the early Jewish settlers in the area and the security they provided to the area during the Second Aliya immigration into Israel.  The dozen or so men who originally settled with their families in this part of the Upper Galilee region at the beginning of the 20th century created a security force called the HaShomer that was the precursor to the Haganah secret police and later the Israel Defense Force after the State of Israel was established in 1948.  I was the only one in the museum so I was free to wander around watching all the little video vignettes and looking at the photographs that accompanied the written historical summaries.

Barry had called ahead to the Tel Hai museum that was located just down the street at the local college and they had said I should come around at about 2:00pm.  I took a bit of time going through the first museum, though, and by the time I had finished there and then made my way down the road, it was almost 2:30pm.  The second museum was a courtyard at another early settlement called Tel Hai where eight men defending the settlement died in two separate Arab attacks in 1920.  I walked into the open courtyard and walked around a bit looking for where I needed to pay or for any signs of life at all.  There didn’t seem to be anyone around so I just walked around a bit looking at the exhibits, but was unable to really understand them since everything was written in Hebrew.  Just as I was about to leave, I ran into a woman who appeared to be going around locking up.  She said the museum was closing, but they had tours nearly every hour and I could come back tomorrow to go on one of them if I wanted.  I guess that’s why I was supposed to be there right at 2:00pm.  Whoops.  I thanked her and said I would try to return in the morning, though I knew I most likely wouldn't have time.

Once I left the museum, I grabbed some food at the college snack bar and then walked along a path that the settlers had used to go between the two kibbutzim and which played an important role in the last stand at Tel Hai.  I walked down from the path into a ravine and then back up the hill on the other side into a national park.  Barry had told me that I would be able to hike along the hillside in order to get back to the house.  When I got to the entrance to the park, there were two paths that I could follow: one to the right and one to the left.  I chose the one to the left because it seemed to offer the better view of the valley down below and I could clearly see the part of town where I was heading.  I walked along for about 45 minutes to an hour, but then started to wonder if I was actually on the right “path” since I appeared to be just walking along a paved road midway down the hillside.  I felt like I should actually be up on top of the ridge where I would have a better view.

On my righthand side was tall chainlink fence that blocked access to the rest of the hillside above it.  At one point, however, I saw a door in the fence that could easily be unlatched and opened.  I decided to try to get up on top of the ridge so I went through the door and tried to make my way through the bramble so I could climb the hill.  I finally realized that it was too steep and slippery and since the only foliage was small shrubbery there were no trees that I could grab onto for leverage.  I had to abandon my attempt and go back to the road.  A little further down the path, however, I saw another opening where the door was actually missing. I took this as a good sign and scrambled through the fence and up to the top of an intermediary hillside that led to the main ridge.  There was no path so I had a bit of difficulty picking my way through, but it wasn't anything that I couldn’t manage.

The trouble came when I tried to get to the top of the higher ridge where I assumed another smaller path was located.  Again, there was no trail so I was climbing over thick underbrush and getting caught on thorny bushes.  Finally, the top of the hill seemed just steps away, but I suddenly encountered a wall of shrubbery that was not about to let me through without a huge struggle.  I realized that with the afternoon quickly advancing, I had to once again give up my quest for the summit.  The only problem was, the way directly back down didn’t look any more inviting.  It was steep and full of thorns that gave me nothing to grab onto if I got stuck or started to slip.

I knew I was going to have to make my way horizontally across the hillside until I came to a spot that looked more promising for an easy descent.  I walked as quickly as I could because the sun was starting to set and I knew that I would be in a lot of trouble if I was trying to climb down through the darkness.  At last I saw a place where I thought I could get down, but it still caused me quite an effort and I was really afraid that I was going to completely lose the light.  I made it to the very last part where I saw that there was about an eight-foot cliff separating me from the level of the fence.  There weren’t any good hand or footholds so I knew I was going to have to jump and fast before it got dark.  My hands were full, clutching a now completely thorn-tattered plastic bag with all belongings, so I had to drop the bag and then climb down on my hands and feet until I got to a point that was low enough where I could jump.  There wasn’t any opening in that part of the fence so I had to walk all the way back to the original doorway to get back out onto the road.

I have never been happier to reach a road in my life.  In retrospect, trying to climb the hill without a trail was probably a really stupid thing to do, but luckily I was now safe.  By this point, darkness was really starting to fall, though I could still see the way along the paved path thanks to all the lights down below.  Once again, I was able to use the map on my phone to figure out just exactly where Barry’s house was and I clambered down to the main road at the first possible opportunity.  When I came in the door, Barry commented that he was just about to start worrying about where I was.  I told him, yeah, I got a little bit lost along the trails.  Boy, was that the understatement of the year.

The next day, my plan was to go up to Metula right on the Lebanon border to go hiking along the waterfalls of Nahal Ayun.  Even though the town is only about eleven kilometers away, buses go there from Kiryat Shmona only about once every two hours.  I overslept and missed the first one at 9:40am and then just missed the one after that at 11:40am because it took longer to walk to the bus station than I expected.  The next bus wasn’t until 2:00pm and though at that point I should have just tried to hitchhike (again, a very common practice in Israel) I was nervous about the correct protocol and my lack of Hebrew skills so I decided instead to go eat lunch in town and wait it out. 

At 2:00pm, we finally rolled out of town and 20 minutes later we were pulling into Metula.  Judging from the map on my phone, the entrance to the park was back down the main road about half a kilometer or so.  As I started walking down along the shoulder, the skies opened up and it started to pour rain.  Undetered, I forged on figuring I had come all this way and there was no point in turning back now.  When I got to the park entrance, however, there was a big gate blocking the road.  I had half a mind to walk right around it, but then a ranger truck pulled up and I asked the man who got out about trying to go in.  He said to go talk to the driver so I chatted with the other ranger and he told me that I had to go up to the other entrance all the way at the top of the town.  He wasn’t even sure if the park was still open because of the rain and kindly offered to drive me back up to Metula if I was still around when they came back out after talking to their boss.  I thanked him, but decided to try my luck at the other entrance and walked to the main road where I hitched a ride the short distance back to the bottom of Metula since I didn’t feel like walking all that way in the rain.

Once I was dropped off, however, I still had to walk all the way through the town to the park entrance.  By the time I got there it was nearly 3:15pm. I walked up to the gate and of course what would the ranger tell me, but that the park was already closed. It wasn’t even because of the rain.  The nature reserve actually officially closes at 4:00pm, but you have to enter by 3;00pm.  Just my luck.  The bus back to Kiryat Shmona didn’t come by until 4:00pm so I went into a cafe where I had a hot cup of tea and tried to dry off while waiting it out.  It was basically a failed attempt at a day, but I guess those happen every now and then.

When I got back to Kiryat Shmona that night I was invited to attend a seder being hosted by some friends of Barry and Masha in honor of Tu Bishvat, the new year for trees.  It’s basically like the Israeli Arbor Day when school kids all over the country plant tree saplings.  At the dinner, one of the main traditions is to eat fruits and nuts that are native to the Land of Israel such as figs, olives, dates, raisins, carobs and almonds.  There were lots of little kids in attendance, including the hosts’ four school-age daughters who performed a skit for everyone after dinner.  All the kids were obsessed with my phone, but were disappointed to learn that I didn’t have any games set up on it.  To appease them, I downloaded this free temple run game they wanted to play and that seemed to make them happy.  By the way, I've since tried to play this game, and I completely suck at it.  The girls' mom was from the UK and their dad grew up in New Jersey so fortunately pretty much everyone spoke English.  It was definitely interesting to experience this traditional holiday that I didn't even know existed since it's not very commonly observed among Jewish Americans.

I'm currently sailing on a cargo ship en route to Italy and unfortunately there is no Internet on board.  I will update you on the rest of my stay in Israel the next time we get to port.

The Balconies of Bauhaus

Bauhaus building near Dizengoff Square

It turns out I am still in Tel Aviv because my container ship has been delayed until February 20th due to bad weather and port strikes.  I am really hoping that it will actually depart next week because otherwise I'm ready to just give up on the whole thing.

Fortunately, hanging out in Israel for a few more days isn't so bad since it's been a really great place to take a bit of an "unexpected" pit stop midway through my travels.  It's nice to kind of just hang out and relax without feeling like I have to constantly be running around.  Even though it's not really warm enough to swim, I have been able to go walking on the beach, wandering around town and just hanging out at the house.

Bauhaus building in Tel Aviv

On the first Friday of February, about a week after I initially arrived in Tel Aviv, I took a really interesting tour around the central part of the city near the Dizengoff Center.  It was led by a woman from the Bauhaus Center who took us around the neighborhood to show us some examples of the "White City's" signature Bauhaus architecture.  Tel Aviv is nicknamed the White City precisely because of the prevalence of "The International Style" buildings that feature light-colored plaster facades, an asymmetrical design, a horizontal orientation, cubic and rounded shapes, an abundance of balconies and minimal decorations.  The style was imported into Israel from Germany by Jewish immigrants in the 1920s, '30s and '40s.  Tel Aviv has been named a UNESCO World Heritage Site because of its 4,000 Bauhaus buildings, which is the highest concentration of these modernist structures of any city in the world.

Dizengoff Square, 1934-1939
Courtesy: Library of Congress (Public Domain)

The tour started at the Bauhaus Center, which is right down the street from Dizengoff Square, and went past numerous apartment buildings built in this style, including some that looked very similar to modern cruise ships in design.  Coincidentally, one of the people on the tour actually lived in an apartment building that we walked past and discussed.  We also got to see how the style progressed through the past few decades and is still influencing the design of buildings in the present day.  Coming out of the residential neighborhood, we entered Dizengoff Square, which was designed by architect Genia Averbuch in 1934 around a circular roundabout.  Most of the original buildings in the square were designed in the Bauhaus style, including a famous old cinema that is now a boutique hotel.  This photograph taken between 1934 and 1939 shows what the circle looked like back when it was first created.

Dizengoff Square, 2012

In 1978, due to major traffic congestion, the area was redesigned into the split-level configuration with pedestrian overpasses and traffic flowing below that still exists today.  In the center of elevated plaza is a landmark kinetic sculpture fountain that was added in 1986 and is currently being restored.  Unfortunately, this layout is neither very pedestrian-friendly nor that aesthetically pleasing as you can see by the modern-day photos.  On the tour, our guide told us that after putting it to a public vote, the city has decided to bring take down the pedestrian bridges and restore the square to its original design.  Traffic and a brand new parking lot will be diverted to underground.  Obviously it is going to probably take at least a decade for the work to be completed.

Bauhaus Center tour

To finish the tour, we walked to a residential neighborhood on the other side of the square where we got to see some Bauhaus buildings that had been restored and renovated within the past few years.  Apparently there is a big movement now to provide financing help for restoration work since many of these old buildings have fallen into disrepair due to environmental wear and tear.  At the end, we wound up back at the Bauhaus Center where I went up to the exhibition room that features photographs and descriptions of other buildings around the city that have been recently rehabbed.  The tour was definitely an interesting way to see an important part of the city that I probably wouldn't have known about otherwise.  Here is some more information for anyone who might be interested: Bauhaus Tour.

Cinema Hotel interior

After leaving the center, I walked back over to Dizengoff Square and went inside the Cinema Hotel, which was just converted into a hotel a few years ago by the family of the cinema's original owners.  The architect obviously gutted most of the interior, but left the original lobby and staircase still standing.  All along the walls are artifacts and memorabilia from the hotel's days as a theater.  There are also old photographs showing what it looked like before closing for business in the 1990s.  It is really nice to see that this historic building was able to be repurposed instead of just torn down.

Beach in Herzliya at sunset

When I left the hotel, I grabbed something to eat and then decided to go down to the beach for a little while until I had to catch my bus back to Herzliya.  Since it was Friday afternoon and the start of Shabbat, the last public bus was scheduled to leave at about 4:30pm.  I got to the bus stop shortly after 4:00pm, but I started to get nervous when I didn't see any buses coming for more than 15 minutes.  I saw the buses I needed going in the opposite direction and then disappearing from the electronic timetable next to the bus stop so I started to worry that I was standing on the wrong side of the street.  Luckily there were other people also waiting so I knew I wasn't the only one in the same situation.  Finally at about 4:25pm, a bus pulled up and I was able to board it to go home.  If I had missed the bus, I think I would have been able to take a taxi, but it would have been pretty expensive.

For the rest of the weekend, I just hung out near Herzliya, going to the beach and taking short walks.  Since there is no public transportation on Saturdays, there is not much you can do if you don't have a car.  Again, it was kind of nice to just take it easy and not feel any pressure to do anything special.  I guess everyone needs that after traveling around for so long.

Six Months Down!

I apologize for not writing for a few days.  I was up in the northern part of Israel at the beginning of the week and didn't get a chance to get on the computer much while I was there.  I will try to get you updated on my comings and goings in Tel Aviv and up north over the next few days.

Discarded cabbages in the market on our pub crawl

As you my have noticed, I have been making a sincere effort to try to update some of the sections of the blog that had been sorely neglected over the past few months.  The calendar and schedules are now mostly up-to-date as well as the route map and some of the other pages such as the links.  I've been having some issues with the route map in Google Maps because since I have so many locations pinpointed they no longer all fit on one page and thus the map is likewise divided into two sections (which makes absolutely zero sense.)  I have even tried taking out all of the other fun icons like the planes, trains and buses to get the entire location list onto one page, but it is apparently still too long.  If any Google Map experts out there (a.k.a. Kristen Lombardo... I am sending brainwaves your way so you will read this post forthwith) know how to fix this problem, please give me your ideas either in the comments or by e-mail.

Making a funny face on our pub crawl

Unfortunately, I know in spite of all my recent work I still have a long way to go to finish everything.  I am fully aware that I accidentally deleted some photos from previous posts and that I have to go back and add photos to other posts that never had them in the first place.  I also want to try to add captions to ALL the photos, but that will take a chunk of time for me to devote to it.  Please bear with me as I continue to make these long overdue updates.

So as you can see from above it's been just over six months since I officially started traveling when I flew from Korea to China and a bit more than six months since I originally left the U.S.  I still expect to be on the road for about a year so I have just under another half a year to go, but of course unforeseen circumstances could certainly change those plans.  There have clearly been LOTS of ups and downs, but overall I am feeling very good about the whole experience and know that I made the right decision to embark on this adventure.  It may seem as if I'm taking a "gap year" like UK students do between high school and college, but in many ways I feel like I'm getting a condensed four-year liberal arts degree just by traveling.  Along the way, I'm taking "courses" in world history, political science, linguistics, anthropology (culture anthropology and archaeology), art history, marine ecology, zoology, geography, theology, psychology (my own... haha), world literature, photography and on-line "journalism."  Phewwww... what an exhausting course load!

My friend, Dan, with a really drunk German kid

As some of you have mentioned (Kristen, again), I have been in Israel for quite a bit of time now for two main reasons: there is so much to see in such a small country and I'm also waiting for the next part of my trip to begin.  On February 14th, I am scheduled to embark on a container ship en route to Montfalcone, Italy, on the Adriatic Sea.  I will board the boat in Ashdod, Israel, and along the way stop at ports in Haifa, Italy; Gemlick, Turkey; Ravenna, Italy; Koper, Slovenia and finally Montfalcone.  The trip is supposed to take about nine days, but it all depends on if the crew stays on schedule with offloading the containers at each port.  I'm pretty excited about this sail around the Mediterranean because I've never even been on a cruise ship before!  I just really hope I don't get seasick like I used to on my grandfather's sailboat.  I plan to wear one of those pressure point bracelets and bring plenty of Dramamine so hopefully that will do the trick.

Lady and Nuna sleeping

Tomorrow, I will put up a post about an interesting tour I took in Tel Aviv before leaving to go up to Kiryat Shmona and the Golan Heights.  In the meantime here is a cute photo of my host, Carrie's, two dogs as well as some silly pictures of me and my friends in Jerusalem to amuse.  Cute pet photos always score extra points.

Oh, by the way, thank you all for making last month my most successful blog month on record.  Probably because I posted a lot, I had over 1,000 page views for the first time ever, which is about a quarter of the just over 4,000 total views I'd had by the end of January.  I know it seems like a pretty piddly number, but it still makes me feel like all my efforts are worth it since I know at least someone is reading what I write.  By a large margin, the majority of my readers are in the US (surprise, surprise), followed by the UK and then closely behind by South Korea.  Don't worry, I only get generic stats as opposed to details about specific readers so you can all continue to surf over here in secret.  Thanks again!

Taking on Tel Aviv

I arrived in Tel Aviv just about a week ago and have been staying with a family friend in the northern suburb of Herzliya.  I arrived at around 8:00pm last Thursday from Jerusalem and after a bit of confusion over the address, which involved borrowing a cell phone from the teenage store clerk down the street, I finally got to the right house.  The woman I'm staying with, Carrie, is the daughter of one of my mother's friends.  She herself has a son and daughter who are just a little bit younger than me.  Carrie grew up in the same hometown as me so it is fun to share stories about our childhoods.

View of the Mediterranean and Tel Aviv from Jaffa

Perhaps because I have been staying at someone's home instead of in a hostel I seem to have hit some sort of travel wall where instead of going out exploring I have pretty much become a homebody.  This is partially do to my apparent lack of motivation currently, but is also related to the seemingly endless stream of rainy days we've had over the past week.  I know it's to be expected since it's the wintertime, but it doesn't help me to get out the door when all I see are sheets of rain coming down outside.  Last Friday I don't think I even left the house once, though I did have some good conversations with Carrie and helped her to cook dinner.

Public plaza in Jaffa

On Saturday I actually had a really fun time hanging out with my friends, Hagar and Ido, who I had met while on the Mekong Delta Tour from Vietnam to Cambodia back in September.  They picked me up at Carrie's house and brought me to the old Arabic port town of Jaffa, which is now part of the city of Tel Aviv.  I felt bad for Hagar because she had just come off of a hard overnight shift at the hospital where we works as a doctor, though she assured me that she had been looking forward to meeting up.  We parked down by the water then walked through the harbor up to a really pretty scenic overlook of the Mediterranean Sea.  We then stopped for freshly-squeezed juice--I had pomegranate, Hagar had orange and Ido had carrot--in a newly-revitalized cobblestone plaza with a comical fountain decorated with the signs of the Zodiac.  As we wound our way through the narrow streets past art galleries and shops (many of which were closed for the Sabbath) we tried to go into a small private art museum that we thought was free, but turned out to cost a few shekels.  We decided instead to try to go get something to eat down by the harbor where we would have a water view.

Zodiac fountain in Jaffa (my sign: Leo)

Just as we started to descend a staircase to get down the hill to the harbor, it started to pour down rain.  Luckily the stairway was covered so we hung out there for while until the rain started to let up a bit.  Ido ran out ahead of us to check the menu at the restaurant they were thinking about and then Hagar and I followed him to the place inside a huge old warehouse where we sat at the bar and had a late lunch.  After eating we stopped for sahlab (the hot pudding drink I'd first tried in Jerusalem) at one of the most famous Arabic bakeries in Jaffa.  On the way back to Herzliya, we browsed through the Old Jaffa Railway Station, which had been recently converted into a commercial shopping center.  Most of the upscale shops and boutiques were out of our price range so we weren't really looking to buy anything, but it was neat to peak inside the buildings where some of the original features including a few painted wall murals were preserved.  One stretch of the original train tracks was also preserved and we were able to walk into an old train car where there were old photos hanging of the station in its hay day and later in its derelict state before it was redeveloped.  It was nice to see that the city decided to find a new use for the abandoned buildings instead of just tearing them all down and building from scratch.

Hagar, Ido and me

On Sunday, I was supposed to meet up with my friend, Nate, from the dig, who had just arrived up in Tel Aviv with Esther.  By the next morning, I hadn't heard back from him to confirm our plans so I finally just headed into the city with my laptop since neither of us had phones to check e-mail or call.  I was quite a few hours late for the time we had originally proposed to meet, but I thought I would still try to swing by his hotel just in case he happened to still be there.  I had pulled up directions on my phone and thought I could walk there from the Central Bus Station, but it turned out to be a much longer walk than I had accepted through a not-so-great neighborhood.  I finally found the street I was supposed to be on, but wasn't able to find the actual hotel.  I decided to go to a coffee shop to see if he had e-mailed me back about our plans.

Side street in Jaffa

After walking for a bit in no particular direction (since I didn't have a map) I found a cute little place that had wifi so I plopped down with a cup of tea and checked to see if I had a response from Nate.  So far there was nothing so I waited another half an hour, sent an e-mail saying I was in the e-mail and then decided to walk over toward the beach and find a place a bit closer to the water to try to reconnect.  I had a vague idea of the direction in which to go and on the way I stumbled into the quaint and fashionable neighborhood of Neve Tzedek where the streets are lined with cozy cafes, art galleries and chic clothing shops.  I stopped in a really nice (but expensive) bookstore where I enjoyed browsing through the book titles but couldn't justify the hefty price tags.

As I walked on, I found that I had come out onto the main road not too far away from the Jaffa Railway Station where I had been with my friends the night before.  I crossed the highway and walked along the beach for a while just as it was starting to get dark.  I tried to find another coffee shop to set up camp and wait for Nate, but there only really seemed to be bars, restaurants and hotels right along the main street.  I finally decided to head away from the water and eventually found a cafe near the Dizengoff Center where I was able to get back on my computer.  There was still no news from Nate and so finally after two hours and two glasses of wine (served with complimentary pickled vegetables) I gave up on him and decided to head home for the night.

Old Jaffa Railway Station

I knew the bus station was quite a walk back down south and I didn't want to pay for a cab.  I knew I had to go north anyways to get to Herzliya so I decided to walk to one of the stops along the street we had driven down to get to the station in the morning.  Again I knew vaguely the direction I need to go and figured I would get there eventually.  At one point I started to get concerned that I wasn't going the right way so I took my laptop out and literally sat on a bench outside of a bar so I could pick up their wifi signal and pull up a map.  This was one of the those instances where my phone would have come in really handy.  It seemed I was somewhat on the right track so I kept going until I finally came to a major highway going north and south.  However, when I walked over to the bus stop, none of the bus routes I needed stopped there and since the area didn't look at all familiar I finally decided I need to take a cab back down to the station.

Harbor in Jaffa

As is just my luck, the cab driver who stopped to pick me up didn't speak any English and I further confused him by mispronouncing the name of the town where I was ultimately trying to go.  A passerby who spoke English helped translate into Hebrew that I was trying to get to the bus station.  We agreed on a price and he pulled away from the curb.  Then I started to count my money and (having missed one of the bills in my wallet) suddenly realized that I didn't have enough cash to pay him the whole amount.

At that  exact moment, I saw a sign for the street I had been looking for before and so I asked him to pull over and leave me off right there.  Unfortunately the street seemed to be a major thruway so I asked a woman passing by if she knew where I could get the bus.  She said she didn't know about the bus stop, but pointed out that I could take a train from the station right in front of us.  It was really pure, dumb luck that I had the cabbie drop me off at a train station.  Once I got to Herzliya, I tried to ask some people to show me where to go on my map, but since I wasn't able to get much help from them, I decided to suck it up and pay for a cab back to the house so I wasn't wandering around aimless again.  At least I now know how to get back from the train station!

Mediterranean Sea at sunset

Both of the past two days were pretty much washouts so after staying up late and then sleeping in during the morning, I pretty much just ended up hanging out at the house.  Yesterday I went down the street to pick up some groceries and then planned to walk over to the beach here in Herzliya after eating lunch.  Of course right as I was about to head out the door, it started to rain heavily and I ended up stuck indoors blogging (you're welcome).  This morning it was raining again so I planned to go to a museum after picking up my new phone, which the tracking information indicated had finally made it through customs.

Central Tel Aviv from the beach

We had to go to the post office in person to release the package in person and since the package was sent in Carrie's name she had to come with me.  I'm really glad she did because I don't know if I would have been able to navigate that bureaucracy all on my own.  We kept getting sent back and forth between the mail clerk and customs for reasons I didn't quite understand since everyone was speaking Hebrew.  It didn't help that the woman in customs seemed to be in quite a foul mood and didn't seem to want anything to do with us.  When we got sent back to her for about the third time, Carrie was able to sweet talk her by the end she was sympathizing with me that my phone had been stolen.  She ended up charging me only 15% of the purchase price (as opposed to the assessed value) of the new phone, though I also had to pay a local tax and a customs fee so it didn't turn out to be super cheap.  However, I know without Carrie's help it could have been much worse and at least I know finally have a phone again.

Eretz Israel Museum in Tel Aviv

In the afternoon, Carrie dropped me off at the Eretz Israel Museum near Tel Aviv University.  Like the Israeli Museum in Jerusalem, the Eretz Israel is a big complex with lots of different buildings, though not quite as many the former.  The historical and archaeological museum has displays on stamps, coins, ceramics, glassware and other artifacts.  I started in the philatelic pavilion, which recounts the history of the postal service from the beginning of the 20th century until the founding of the Jewish state.  Though the display was ostensibly about the mail system, it also provided a good history of the various different forces at place and foreign influences in the region up through World War II.  The pavilion also housed two interesting temporary exhibits on photographs from the land of the Bible at the beginning of the 20th century and the history of the ATA clothing factory, which closed after 50 turbulent years of operation in the nascent Israeli state.

Wine press remains at Eretz Israel Museum

From there I move on to the ceramics building where there is a cool reconstruction of a typical house from the biblical era based on evidence from the archaeological record.  By this point I was running out of time before the museum closed so I made a quick swing the Nechushtan Pavilion which had an exhibit on the local copper mining industry and the Hamigdal Gallery where photographs of Yemenite Jews from between 1881 and 1948 were on display.  My last stop was the Man and His Work Center where the traditional tools and production facilities that have been used throughout Israel's history were exhibited.  Unfortunately, the "crafts arcade" where artifacts of each discipline were displayed in situ was closed by the time I went back outside.  In spite of the rain, I think my favorite part of the whole complex was the archaeological remains of olive and wine presses that were on display in the original locations where they had been excavated on the museum grounds.

It was still raining when the museum closed at 4:00pm so I went next door to a cafe for a bite to eat while I waited for it to let up.  Just as I was about to leave, another round of heavy rain came through so I had stay inside for 10 minutes more until it was safe to head to the bus stop.  I was still half a block away when I saw the bus I needed pulling up the the curb, but I was able to make a mad dash and catch it before it drove away.  I guess all that marathon training finally paid off.  While the bus was driving through Herzliya, I thought I'd be slick and get off before we got to the official bus stop as I surmised that it would be a closer walk.  In hindsight I really don't know why I do these thing to myself because I wasn't sure exactly where I was.  I made a decision to just walk straight down the main street and then eventually saw a familiar intersection right near Carrie's house and once again used my impeccable sense of direction (read: dumb luck) to get home.

Note: Once again not yet edited so please excuse errors.  Luckily you are all friends and relatives so I don't think you'll judge me.  Right?  Right?  Oh no, please don't judge me!