It’s been quite some time. I just could not figure out
if I should put my Israel/Jordan trip here and if I should, should I just copy
my diary I was writing during it, or just a summary. And then other things
started happening. And then I started forgetting some of them.
Yet, I realised – I cannot exactly move on until I do.
So here we go – and we start with the last year.
2013 12 21 04:50
Sucks to be travelling when you are tired and still
cannot sleep. Lesson to learn – never ask for a front seat - there is no way to lift your legs
comfortably. That is, of course, is you are a legs-up kind of a sleeper.
Istanbul’s airport is a little weird. So little people
– so many open places. No smoking area – and we are talking Turkey. A country
were just a few years ago I saw people smoking in a public buses. No maps of
the place or how to get to your gate or anywhere you may want to get. And all
the information is given to you in English/Turkish/Russian. Many Russian
tourists apparently are coming.
I was going to my gate when a guy in towels with 3
blocks of cigarettes passed me. First I thought that it is probably just one of
those New Russians after a fancy airport massage or something. But the closer I
got, the more guys wearing the same kind of towels I saw. Now my tolerance
level is high, but this is still surprising – what kind of religion (if
religion, that is) require men (yes, only men, women look different) to wear
two towels – one around waist and another one on shoulders. It’s not just me, it
is weird, right? They were going to Jeddah. I think I want to google that.
[I googled. Nothing came up really. Maybe it was just
this really weird group (although the whole plane, really??) dressing up like
that]
2013 12 21
I find people to be not really smart especially in the
planes. On my way to landing in Tel Aviv one chick could not wait to turn on
her cell-phone while we were still landing. No, not even just driving to the
parking spot, but landing. It’s like saying `oh I am such an important person,
I simply cannot wait, I am waiting for an extremely important phone call. I am
the center of the universe and without me this world would collapse`. You are
just one insignificant prick, get over yourself, princess. And the thing is, I
looked at her phone. Plain curiosity. She was texting some guy, who she named
in her phone as `love of my life` [so first of all ewwww]. So yes, that is an
emergency that could not wait for us to land. Congratulations, you just joined
the idiots club. And one more [I wasn't following her, it just happened] at the
passport control she said, and I pretty much quote `I am visiting my boyfriend,
so I am not sure if I should check the box of a spouse`. I said nothing, even
though I wanted to and I tried not to laugh to her face, but I mean come on,
nobody married you, maybe no one ever will, what are you doing trying to check
the `spouse` box?
Then Tel Aviv airport. I am walking towards the exit
and there it is – a fountain. In the country that has so limited water supply,
they are building fountains. Is it only me that does not find that particularly
good idea?
Finally after the airport, I found a mini bus that was
going to Jerusalem [even though it was Sabbath] and found my hostel pretty
easily. The owner was really nice and I got my bed right away. So I put my
stuff down, brushed my teeth and went to explore the Holy City, baby.
2013 12 21
From the Western Wall a.k.a. Wailing Wall.
I have to say, i expected more. Not sure what more –
more people, more wailing, more holes to put your notes in, more
spirituality...something. But I did put my own wail. My one wish to be more
exact. After all, sometimes it hurts and sometimes it doesn't.
But starting from the beginning, once I got out for a
walk in the city I visited David’s tower, Globe exhibition for climate warming,
Armenian quarter [where Jesus and his 12 followers had their last supper], Zion
gate, where I was hassled a little by a taxi driver to take an opportunity to
go with him to Bethlehem, because, and I quote `Bethlehem is open today`. Sure,
like other days the city is closed. Do those people really think I am a
complete idiot? Because I am not, parts are missing.
On my way to Wailing Wall I got stopped by this man.
He seemed nice in the beginning, but he took my map out of my hand and started
`guiding` me to the centre of the city. It became clear to me that this was his
way of `offering` me his guiding services and will expect payment in the end.
And I am an independent traveller. I don’t take guides in the city where I can
walk about perfectly by myself. And I don’t have extra cash for people like
that. Especially like him, who did not offer, but basically tried to force it
on me.
After about 5 minutes of walking [I was still trying
to figure out a way to politely tell him that I am not going to pay for him] he
started giving me hints `so I help you to see the old town and then later you
can help me with money`. I told him that I don’t have any money (lie, sure, but
whatever). He then told me that it was not a problem, because there are ATMs in
the city (seriously, some guts to tell strangers when and where to cash out).
So I told him that I did not bring my bank card with me. That’s when he showed
his real face and started shouting `Oh you are a very actor [!!!]. So what are
you going to do – eat and drink from the ground?? Get away out of my face!`.
The only thing that I could think about to say was `wow` and he just stormed
out. Probably to harass another tourist. At that moment I thought - well, Holy Land, thank you very much, I
feel very welcome by your people.
2013 12 21 19:15 Hostel
I walked and walked and walked and finally I got lost.
Got totally lost in those weird turning streets, with no people to ask for
directions, no idea where in a map I am and on top of that – no matching names
in real life and in a map of the streets. Brilliant.
For a moment there I thought I am doomed.
But then, luckily for me, some Jews came out of the
corner and they even asked me if I maybe needed some help. They almost did not
speak any English, but they showed me which direction I should go. I was walking
back to my hostel and I could not help but be surprised about this city.
Streets are turning, changing direction, being cut and then continue in an
irrational way, change names and so on. How can one person not to get lost? I
did find the hostel though, I met a few people in my room in it, I went for a
kebab and started slowly drift to sleep.
2013 12 22
Passing out at 9p.m. paid off. At 7a.m. I was already
fresh and ready. A little conversation over breakfast tea in the hostel and I
went for more exploring. First I tried to get to big mosque with golden roof,
but security would not let me in – Muslims only. Well okay, I can give them
that – I look nothing like a Muslim. So I continued walking through Lion’s gate
toward the Mountain of Olives. You know, the one where Olive tree caught on
fire to send a message to one of those important guys in one of those
religions. A little and quite steep climb later, but not before I went
to visit a tomb of Mary. Yes, the same Mary that gave birth to Jesus, the Christ.
I found myself at a quite a view. The whole old town was visible from there,
impressing. There was also a possibility to ride a donkey or a camel. That
camel was freaky, it was making noises and faces as if he wanted to murder
someone.
After back in the old city, I took Damascus gate and
went to the bus station. Sadly not the one I needed. So instead of getting the
tickets, I walked into a supermarket [normal one, with prices, not like in the
old town] and bought myself some food, for later or for breakfast.
And on my way back to the hostel I missed my turn,
because I came back to the Western Wall. Once inside I actually located the location
of the tunnels, bought a discounted tickets for 16:10. And went out, wondering
if this was the time to start sending Christmas postcards.
******
So I’m writing those postcards and a guy comes – do
you need help? I think I can manage few postcards, thank you very much. But he
doesn’t leave. He keeps asking all the same questions – Where are you from?
First time in Israel? Blah blah blah. He sees I am writing and most of the time
completely ignoring him, but I guess he just does not get `back off` message.
Then he asks me if I live with my family. Why is that any of your business?
`With my boyfriend` I lie. I find it so much easier to lie and lie in such
situations. Is he the same age as you? Why does that matter? Not that you know
how old I am, you idiot. `Older` I say. Then he starts asking me all those `are
you happy with him? Is he treating you nicely?` crap. Because sure, I am going
around and tell random strangers about my real or fictional life. Do those
people never heard of personal space and boundaries? Cause they sure could use
some of that.
2013 12 22 Wailing Wall
And I am at the wall again. After visiting Christian
quarter and grabbing a sandwich with salad I got lost again and so without
wanting to be late for my visit to the tunnels, I decided to wait here.
Wailing Wall. Weird thing about it is that it is
divided for men and women. Okay, it’s not that weird, it is for a very
religious people. But I found weird is that women get much less of the wall
than men and there are much more women visiting the Wall rather than men. So
every man can actually walk to the walk, touch it and pray next to it, women are
forced to be squeezed, pray in a distance or wait quite some time in order to
get there.
While I was waiting for 16:10 to get here, I saw some
soldiers around. More and more. They did some kind of formation, took the flag
down, then back up, listened to some orders from another soldier, sang. It was
curious. I did not get any of that, but it was interesting to watch and see,
especially when all those soldiers are totally different. Tall, short, chubby,
skinny and all young, not much experienced in life.
After that I rushed to the tunnels.
It’s difficult to explain them for the person who
haven’t seen them. The main idea is – tunnels are an actual old Jerusalem,
because through the time city was `lifted` a few stages. So they take you
through old streets of Jerusalem, showing western wall of the temple that was
there long long time ago and explain you what the city and the history of it
really was. We had a guide. American Rabbi and he was pretty good at his job,
he had lots of stories about those tunnels.
2013 12 23
The plan was simple – I go to the bus station, buy my
tickets to the south, take tram to the holocaust museum and get back to the old
city. Well, that did not happen.
The guy at the ticket office was rather rude. Maybe it
was me, maybe that fact that I don’t speak Hebrew or maybe he’s just an
asshole. I asked several times if I can buy ticket from Masada (not Jerusalem
where I was at that moment) to Eilat. He told me different times for the bus
than I knew and I got the wrong ticket. I did not know that there, since all is
written in Hebrew, but I had doubts.
So I went to the museum. Entrance to the museum is
free and it is very well done. It explains the whole history and pretty neatly.
Most of the things that I saw and read there were not news for me, but it is
still pretty depressing.
Lithuania has quite a name there. Lithuanian
documents, such as marriage licenses are on display, Kaunas’s IX fort is there
two, even the numbers of Lithuanian volunteers in SS squads in concentration
camps are there. It kind of makes you sort of embarrassed about your own people.
There is also children’s monument and that is quite
depressing. SPOILER ALERT – don’t read if you are planning to visit and don’t
want to know in advance. It’s pretty basic. Just a little dark room, shaped as
a circle and there are a few mirror shelves in the middle with candles on them.
And around – countless of mirrors that create an illusion of endless lights,
like stars in the sky, as every child that was killed during those times. They
also play a record where they state name, age and country of every child that
was killed.
So after some depressing time I decided to go back to
the bus station and double check with my tickets. Lady at the information
office was not very helpful or nice and just pointed me to go to the ticket
office. Finally I found a very nice lady who was willing to help me there. She
told me it’s a good thing I came, because I had, in fact the wrong ticket. So
she changed my ticket, gave me the difference back and even smiled. I adored
her.
2013 12 23
I finally sat down to write a few more postcards when
another guy came and asked me if he could sit there. Before I answered anything
really he sat down. Well, okay, it’s a free park, sit where you want and kept
myself busy. What kind of clearer sign do you need from a person, if he/she is
ignoring you, there is a good chance you are not welcome. He tried to start a
conversation a few times, but did not get much lucky. You can call me mean, but
I didn’t show in any way that I wanted company. If anything, I kept my head
down and I was writing.
After a few failed attempts he tried `I know you are a
good person, you are strong. Like a soldier`. Maybe I am, maybe I am not, but
he has no clue whatsoever. So I told him I wasn’t. He tried to convince me that
he can see/feel it (I was still writing and barely answering) and told me to
tell him about myself, so he could be convinced if I was or wasn’t a good
person. Yeah, like I need to prove to every random person who I am.
Once I was done with my cards I stood up and started
packing. He went `Where you go? Don’t. Sit`. In a commanding way. I wanted to
punch him in a face. No freak is telling me what to do or not to do and
especially not him. But instead I wished him a good day and took off.
And while on my way to the post office, o got to
thinking. People are always asking me if I am not afraid and isn’t it dangerous
to travel alone, for a girl. No it’s not. Even for a girl. You have to be
careful of course and band things might happen, but in general it’s not. It is,
however, annoying as hell sometimes. You sit alone, minding your own business
and then there usually is at least one idiot who decides he wants to be friends
with you [or more]. And if you refuse, they get very offensive and mad as if
`how can you be so cruel and mean not to become a friend if a person is
willing`.. Somehow you end up looking like a bad person, even when you did
basically nothing wrong.
Anyway after the post office I was a square full of
colourful stationary bikes, so I decided to check them out. It’s some kind of
the project I guess, in front of the City Hall. If you pedal on a bike, you can
see how much energy you produce. Every bike is attached to something: light,
fan, bucket of flowers, meter. I went there at the same time as some Chinese
tourists, so of course one of them had to take a picture of me. On the other
hand – just one.
2013 12 24
I was still not sure where to gone once I woke up.
Israel museum or Bethlehem. But I figured as long as it is Christmas, I should
go to a place where Christ was born. So I went to a bus stop, waited for a few
minutes, got on a bus for 5.20NIS and got to the Palestine checkpoint in 20
minutes. That was one of the weirdest border crossings I have ever seen or
crossed. Israeli officer waved me away when I tried to show him my passport. So
then I went through some kind of labyrinth of metal fences and finally found
myself in Palestine.
There was a bit of a walk to the churches, the roads
were quiet so it was easy to walk. I got to a parade on a way. It is fair I
guess to say that it was scouts, drumming and so on. I took a few pictures and
went for the churches. That didn’t go as planned, because the main square was
getting ready for midnight mass and some guy heard me speaking English, so he took
my interview for the radio. I guess you could say I became famous, even if only
for one day.
Milk Groto was the first church I entered. It’s a
little cute church almost underground in the rocks, not too many golden
details. Apparently the stone where some milk dropped from Mary’s breast here
and one of the guides even showed that exact rock.
Next one was the birthplace of Jesus. Security guard
stopped me, asked me if I was alone, told me I was pretty and also told me I
could enter the church. What does that mean? God is a bit judgmental and if I
wasn’t pretty, I couldn’t enter the church?
In the church there was a long queue for something and
so I decided to take an entrance from the other side, with no line. Once again,
security stopped me and asked me if I was alone and let me to go. Apparently
the place all those people waited to see was the exact spot where Jesus was
born. Now it’s only a golden David’s star there, but still, people go crazy
over it.
Once I was done with churches, there was only one
thing to cross off the list – Sheppard’s field. I followed the arrow and all I
saw was just a neighborhood and a church. Little did I know back then, that
this was, in fact, those fields. I kept walking but found nothing of
importance. So after I got tired I just turned back and went back to hostel. I
learned there that those were fields of… something something.. Bible something,
but now it’s just a neighborhood.
On my way back I walked the exact same labyrinth
through passport control, got waved away when tried to show my passport and
went back to the hostel.
And there I was for quite a show. I just opened the
doors to my hostel and there was this chick standing with an enormous suitcase
shouting for help. Apparently she wanted someone to help her, because she s not
able to carry her own shit up the stairs. Bring less shit when you travel then,
damn stupid human being. One of the guys came down. She started bitching and
complaining how hard it was for her to get here through all those little
streets and that she cannot get it upstairs. Once the guy showed up, she just
left it all and went up, like – okay, now you carry my shit. Hold on there,
little spoiled brat – this is not a 5 star hotel, here you don’t get to act
like that. The guy was smart enough to tell her that he only came to help, not
to do all the work, so she rolled her eyes and pretended to be helping. I
already disliked her a lot.
But wait, there was more.
Just my luck, of course, she got bed in my dorm room.
I was talking to a Brazilian guy there when she started asking everyone for
wi-fi password. I told her that it was probably xxx and she ignored me. Then
she complained how she does not want to go to reception for it [15 meters. I
mean 15 f…. meters]. I told her that password again and she ignored me. Again.
Okay, not it was personal. She was reserving a ticket to hell right there and
then.
Once she finally got password off some guy she
complained how she cannot log in [no one cares, you little whiner] and then
requesting other people to log out and log in, so maybe there is a router
problem and it is down. I said nothing. At some point we were discussing
something in the room about the borders and one of the guys told that he had
difficulties crossing to Croatia. She, of course, pretending to be smart ass,
started stating how stupid it is, because Croatia is very uninteresting and
poor country and no one wants to go there anyway. I wanted to keep silent, but
she went on how she would understand such restrictions in `real` countries,
like USA, Canada, EU [cause that’s the country]. I could not listen anymore. I
told her that Croatia is in EU. She felt a little stupid [one could only hope]
but tried to get her ass out of the situation saying `oh.. well I meant, like,
you know, real, strong countries, like Germany`. I was slapping her hard in my
head with a wet towel.
She was making more of such `smart` comments, but I
was ignoring. I had enough of her and getting into an argument with an idiot…
Just not worth it.
Once I got off bed to check a passport of Rodrigo, the
Brasilian guy she commented `oh you are quite tall, for a girl`. Like
seriously? Tall for a girl. What a… I don’t even have words for her. Then she
asked me how tall I was. I told her, 1.82.
And I’m sure you can guess what next came out of that `smart` mouth `How much
is that in feet?`. Bitch, you are one out of 3 countries that are not using
metric system and you are not in one of them at this precise moment, learn the
basics. And I ignored her, but Brazilian guy had to say `Well, you know,
Lithuanians are famous for basketball and a lot of them are tall`. She goes
`Oh, you are from Lithuania? I thought you were from Russia`. And this was the
end of her.
And, of course, sadly, it wasn’t. She had her enormous
suitcase in the middle of the room, blocking other people’s beds. When girls
wanted to get to their beds and tried to climb over her shit, she went
`careful, careful, I have things in here`. She even had the nerve to roll her
eyes and look around the room hoping for an understanding. When she was looking
for a place to eat. Started asking everyone if they know a nice Chinese place.
Some girl new, but apparently, for a lazy ass princess walking 10 minutes was
too far. Other guys tried to be helpful and mention good places around but she
went on: oh, I’m a vegetarian. Oh, I don’t like tuna. I don’t like sushi. I
don’t like how it smells. Oh I don’t feel like pizza. Eat a shoe then, you
spoiled ignorant child.
Even though she disappeared from the room for a bit,
she got back. First she asked when is silent time in the room and when I said
it’s 11, she complained that it’s almost 11. It’s 9.50 I said, but she clearly
did not believe and had to go ask another guy what time it was. Later on she
was complaining about somebody’s towel, hanging from the bed [I mean it’s a
hostel, what do you expect?]. But she is very sensitive to the smells and that
she will get headache and so he has to move that towel. Well, Miss Queen of the
Crapland, if nothing is good enough for you, maybe next time you should go to
the hotel.
2013 12 28
Next morning I woke up, packed my stuff and got to the
bus station to catch my bus to Ein Gedi. The trip itself was not very long or
impressing except for some French idiots, who stopped the bus, got in, started
screaming at the driver and made him stop in the middle of nowhere. Later but
stopped at the entrance of Ein Gedi National Park. I bought the ticket and got
in. I still had to get to Dead sea that day, so I really did not have too much
time. Me and my backpack, we went up. First to a very touristy David waterfall
and then higher and higher till the dry cannon. Views are spectacular and really
worth seeing. Big mountain like rocks, gorges, valleys, Dead sea. Very pretty.
One path up, another path down and I found myself in the bottom.
After a little walk on a pedestrian path I was already
at the Dead sea. I took my time, I ate, I changed, walked down to a rocky
beach, floated a little in a very, but I mean very salty water, got back up,
took a little shower and sat down to appreciate the view and read my book.
After a little I took a bus to Masada, got to my
lovely and perfectly looking guest house, took hot and refreshing shower,
awarded myself with a beer and went for an early sleep. Only because I planned
on going up Masada for a sunrise the next day.
So early in the dark morning I got up, packed with
only water and camera and started walking up the Snake path towards Masada.
Climb itself reminded me of Machu Picchu a lot. Dark, people with torches and
millions of stairs to get up. And after about 45 minutes I was on the top. No
sunrise, since there was too many clouds, though. I walked around, visited
every piece of ruins and slowly walked back to the hostel for breakfast.
Breakfast buffet was very big and filling. I ate a lot, then took another great
hot shower, checked out and waited for my bus to Eilat.
Bus driver was kind enough to drop us off at the
border, so with not much trouble we managed to get to Jordan. A short taxi ride
to the center and I was there. But it was nothing as I expected. I couldn’t find
a diving center, a decent simple hostel or even an internet café. After a few
hours of walking and walking I gave up, hit an ATM, took a room from a guy who
almost spoke no English and almost called it a night. A little later I decided
to walk around the city, but it was mostly just shops and shops, so soon enough
I just went into my room and watched Tv. Sad, I know.
The next day, better know as Friday or an off day to
Muslims, I got another surprise. The regular bus to Petra is not running. So
with some more tourists we took a local bus to Ma’an and taxi from there to
Petra. By 11.20 we were at the entrance and decided that we are tough enough to
walk with our backpacks. It wasn’t a total disaster. We managed to walk all the
way to the monastery, which is in the very end of the Petra and higher up in
the rocks. But we did it. And we weren’t alone. We counted maybe 6 more people
in the same conditions – hot and carrying heavy backpacks.
Petra itself, despite of it’s expensive entrance, is
really something. Most of it it’s tombs, but there are quite a few significant
and impressive buildings in there. We didn’t do it all in that one day,
although it is possible, if you start very early and are ready to walk A LOT.
We left all the heavy climbing for the next day.
Outside Petra, Christina (my new Spanish friend)
offered we go to this Valentine’s Inn hostel, where they provide good dinner
buffet and I went for it. Short but steep cab ride later we got in, got beds in
a 8-bed room, which was very basic and a bit smelly, but good enough for us,
sent out laundry to be done and waited for the dinner with a celebration beer.
People didn’t lie – dinner was incredible. A few hot dishes, countless salads
and very nice people serving it all. We ate like we never ate before.
After dinner we talked a little with two Brazilians
and Algerians. Poor Algerians got stuck in the border for 10 hours. Interesting
though, that a Muslim country would be alerted about two Muslims coming in.
After a bit we were taken inside for a party. A few locals were singing,
dancing and trying to get some girls drunk. I wasn’t the lucky one, but
Christina got some vodka drinks sent to her.
After maybe 11 we decided to call it a night, since we
were supposed to have quite some climbing in Petra. On the top of Sacrifice
temple we met Brazilians again and decided to take another, longer path back
from it. We chose right, it was much less crowded and more beautiful path.
After back to the main road, we followed all the other paths on our map and
concluded that our Petra expedition can be considered complete.
Back in the hostel we booked a tour for the next day
to Wadi Rum, had the same incredible dinner, talked with other travelers,
shared the experiences and places to go.
We had to get up very early in the morning to catch
the bus to Wadi Rum. Half of our hostel was there too, going with us, or
different direction. Now I don’t want to put bad word for anyone, because I
don’t know whose fault is what, but I probably have never had a thing organized
so poorly. The bus ride to Wadi Rum village was okay. the guy dropped us off,
we waited a bit, got our pick-up and hit the road. We visited few things –
little spring, stone with inscriptions, red sand dune, arc of the stones. It
was all good, but we did not get much explanation of what is what. The pick up
would stop – show us with a finger where we should go and that’s it.
At around 1 p.m. we got dropped off in the camp. The
driver didn’t say much, but he said that someone is coming back after lunch and
taking us to the other sides of the dessert. Fair enough. But, of course, no
one showed up. We just walked around the camp, girls did some yoga, we watched
the sunset and that was it.
Since it became extremely cold outside, we rushed to
the hall where food was supposed to be served. We waited a bit, but at least it
wasn’t that cold in there. And the food, once it arrived, was pretty
great. We stayed there longer, after
dinner as well, but it was becoming too boring and too smokey [they probably
don’t know how to make a decent chimney]. It was still too early to go to sleep
and the sky was incredible with all the stars, so we organized some wood, made
a fire in the dessert and stayed around, jumping up and down, sort of dancing,
but mostly just trying to keep ourselves warm. We had our fun, but not for too
long. The owner of the camp came, told us that people want their quiet time and
told us we can no longer play instruments or sing. Well, that’s a bummer. Still
it was at least a little warmer around the fire, so we just sat there talking.
And then he showed up again, mumbling something in Arabic [some of locals
joined us] and apparently said something that this wood cost him a lot and we
should not use it. So that was the end of the fire and it was still extremely
cold.
I was done for the day. I excused myself and went to
sleep. In the tent, which is not that much warmer than outside, but at least
you get a thick thick blanket. Sleeping there was a challenge, alright.
Completely cold myself, I put cold blanket on me and tried to find peace and
sleep. I managed, I think, for a little bit and then again, and again, until
sunrise came and I went out to see it. Not for it, but mostly just to start
moving, so I would not be that cold.
Once the sun came up and I got some breakfast it
became warmer. After maybe one hour of waiting we even got a pick-up and got
back to Wadi Rum village. There was no bus as promised to Aqaba [but of
course], so we waited one more hour for taxi. Taxi driver was extremely nice,
dropped me and Fritz [better known as grandpa] in the center, showed where to
look for cheaper hotels and was really not typical.
Fritz went for a hostel and I went for a but to South
beach. Since I didn’t dive last time, I was willing to try that beach. I got to
the bus stop and taxi driver jumped to help me. After a little while I agreed
on a good 3JD fair and got into a car with him. It was alright in the
beginning, but then he started telling me I should move to Jordan, live with
him and how beautiful I am and I started to be annoyed. I tried to play it
cool. After all, he was driving and I was alone. He stopped somewhere on the
road, started saying that he loves me and asking for a kiss. Not just once, but
many more times. I wasn’t even playing anymore, I was dead angry. I almost
shouted at him and started ignoring. That worked, I guess. He started the car
again and apologized, still repeating that he loved me. I ignored. Once I was a
little diving village, I told him to stop. I gave him money and waited for my
change, but he said he wouldn’t take my money, because he loved me. I asked if
he was sure and he said yes. Well, hell, that means a free ride, I can live
with that. I told him to have a nice day and he responded with `I love you`.
Freak.
Once in the village I passed first few diving centers
and entered `Nemo Diving Center`. I guess karma was apologizing for the taxi
driver. The owner, as I later learned, welcomed me, said I can do a dive today,
no problem, gave me tea and offered me some nargile. He lent me his office to
change, talked to me and provided with everything I needed. I felt almost like
at home.
After a little while, Ahmed, my instructor came,
introduced himself, picked me my gear, dressed me and shortly after we went to
the beach. I have to say, 3 years is a long way of no diving, I forgot almost
everything. And he was very nice and patient with me.
First dive was in the Japanese garden. A little shock
of being under water hit me, but I managed. Ahmed took my hand so I don’t drift
away and we swam. It was beautiful. Absolutely amazing. So many fish, so many
colours, even some snake looking fish, that he made me touch. I screamed, of
course, probably scaring all of the divers close by. But it was fun. Total
adrenalin rush, but great feeling. It was pretty much as good as in Thailand.
A second dive was a ship wreck. You dive a little to
it, but then it’s a very big and old ship. Ahmed took me inside of it too. It
was really scary. First of all my fin fell off, then my breathing thing got out
of my mouth, because I was too close to a ship. But I managed to react fast in
the situation [so proud of myself]. Once in the ship, he spinned me three times
and I lost all orientation, and in the mean time he got me into one of those
air pockets and that really scared me. But in a good way.
Once back in the center the owner, Ismail, greeted me
with a towel and tea, showed me to the showers, then took me to this
hotel/hostel place [I guess it’s a shared business] right next to it, where the
manager, Rony, gave me a room with breakfast for 20JD, which is really a good
deal for Aqaba. I almost instantly decided to say one more night and spend my
New Years there.
Everyone was very nice there. I went to the shop and
the guy in the shop was very nice. He even gave me what looked like a pancake,
but is some kind of Jordanian bread. Then I got free meal at the diving center
and few more offers if I needed anything from the city.
2014 01 01
In the evening I read my book, checked my mail,
chatted a little with my driving instructor, then the owner of diving center
joined, we had a few beers and smoked shisha. Soon enough we moved to the
terrace, so we could see the Red sea and watch the sky and enjoy the nice and
not too cold evening. We talked and talked and before we knew it, it was
already 4:30 in the morning and we went to sleep.
On the last day of 2013 I had some breakfast and
decided to do one more dive. What the hell, I thought. I don’t know when the
next opportunity will come by. I got a different instructor this time, a
British guy and we went to another diving site and it was just as beautiful as
Japanese gardens.
After that I did almost absolutely nothing. I took a
day off. I was promised to be taken to the city for the New Years celebration
and I had no other plans before that anyways. So I walked around, read my book,
and just chilled. Once the sun set, it became pretty cold. But since I had to
wait for my pick up, I tried everything but to crawl into my bed and hide under
covers from cold. By 8 o’clock I started to have doubts, by 9 I started
wondering, but by 10 I was almost sure that no one is coming or picking me up
and my New Years will be sort of nothing. Not that it was a big deal. By 11.30
I cuddled into my bed and I think I was asleep before the actual New Years
happened.
Since I slept through New Years, I was also the first
one to wake up. Including the staff. No one was there at the reception or at
the diving center. So no breakfast, no checking out, no paying for my dives.
Brilliant.
I waited a bit. And then some more. I knew I have a
little bit of time, but I wanted to cross the border earlier rather than later.
I got breakfast finally, still no Rony to check out though. Finally another guy
let me leave the key, I paid what I remembered I should have paid and I was
happy at least one thing is off the list. Now if only I could find someone at
the diving center. I saw him. The same guy who was supposed to come pick me up
last night and take me for New Years celebration. I cheerfully said Well Good
morning and before I would step on his conscious, he started apologizing and
how he went to visit his parents and fell asleep and only woke up this morning.
We laughed about the situation a little, I got some more tea [Jordanian way of
meeting people], in the end I paid for my dives, he called taxi for me, I got
in and we started going towards the border. The driver was once again, nice. He
didn’t try to chat with me, he just left me with my thoughts and I preferred it
that way.
Border crossing was smooth. And after I crossed, a
couple asked me if I wanted to share a cab with them to the bus station. So I
did. Once in the station I got my ticket, waited for my bus. After almost 4
hours of riding through the desert and stopping in every army base, in a bus
full of soldiers, we arrived to Mitzpe Ramon. The sun was already down and I
knew I don’t have much time to find myself a place to stay in. one hostel was
fully booked, another one was full as well. I ended up going back to the main
road and getting into this weird looking place. But, I needed a place to stay,
so better something then the sky and bench. It wasn’t as bad as I expected. The
bed was narrow, but comfortable enough. Blanket was very thick and the owner of
the hostel was very chatty and nice. I went out, bought myself one big nice
shawarma, went for a little walk around in the desert to look at the stars.
2014 01 03
Since I went to sleep rather early, I woke up feeling
fresh and relaxed. There was no one around though. I took a shower, packed my
things and still there was no one around. I could have so easily just left
without paying, since they did not even had my passport or my details. But of
course, as long as someone trusts me, I want not to break that trust. So I left
a little note and money of what that one night was worth. German guys from
other room also left money in the same manner. I could have just taken their
money as well. Interesting, how some people trust random people so much.
After I left the hostel, I went to the shop, where
everyone spoke Russian, bought myself some breakfast and sat outside to eat it.
I was almost finished with it, when I saw Shai going into the same shop. I
waited a bit for him to get out, we got into his car and drove into Mitzpe
Ramon. It’s a huge, 40 kilometers wide crater. We did a little walk on a weird
black brick shaped hill, then to the piles of colourful sand. The next destination
took us around 40 minutes on a dirt road and a bit of walk and climb. Lady at
the visitor’s center told us it will be around 3 hours walk, which we did in 75
minutes. You climb there to see some nice view over the crater. Once back in
the car, we drove to the mountain Ramon, the highest peak of the crater. It
took us two hours to walk to it, make a loop of two kilometers walk to a very
good view point of crater and memorial of space shuttle that exploded by
launching about 10 years ago. It was a very nice and easy walk, although once
the sun went down, it became really cold. I wasn’t sure where to go, but since
Shai was driving up north, back to his parents place, I figured I could use a
lift to Tel Aviv. On our way we calculated options and settled for the one were
I go with him, get my own room and stay at his parent’s place.
Once back in Netanya, we took dogs for a walk, went
for a late afternoon, almost midnight snack and one beer. By the time we got
back it was almost 2 a.m. and and so it was time to sleep.
I woke up when it was still dark. Only in my room
though. Curtains were down and so it felt like night. One breakfast later we
got to the center, walked a little in the city, along the beach, one beer (my
first Israeli beer) and went separate ways. I went to Tel Aviv and Shai went to
Jerusalem with his friends.
Before that I tried calling a few hostels to get a bed
in Tel Aviv and surprisingly they were all fully booked. That concerned me a
little. But one of the hostels took me in. it wasn’t great at all. But it had
bed in it. Shaky bed, for that matter. I was on the upper bunk and if I wanted
to turn, the whole bed would shake. But at least I had a bed.
It was Sabbath and after the sunset, so not much to do
in Tel Aviv. I just walked a little along the beach and then called it a night.
I was tired.
To be honest I didn’t do much the next day either. My
hostel was pretty much useless with maps and directions and most of the places
were closed anyway. I walked a little, but finally I gave up. I took my book
and went to the beach. I read my book, I looked at people, I rejected guys who
for some reason wanted to talk to me [or any other girl, I am not saying I was
any special] and just enjoyed the last lazy day of my trip.
At the end of the day and after the sunset Shai showed
up. We had quite a few hours to kill before my flight, so first we drove a
little around night Tel Aviv. Then we went to a bar for a beer. Then we went
for a night snack in another little port town. In the end we ended up at his
parent’s place again, where I had about 2 hours of sleep. Yammy.
Later that night I had to take a train to the airport,
wait in a very long queue, answer all those questions of what I did in Israel
and so on. I had my things checked maybe three times and everything was going
very slowly. So even though I got to the airport about 3.5 hours before my
flight, once I was in a duty-free zone it was time to board.
And that was the end of my walking on a Holy Land. It's an interesting place. Worth seeing, worth touching and experiencing.
Live a little.
