Running For Borders

And that’s all……… for now :)

In another direction.

The amazing covered markets in the old city. Sample phrase:
“Oh, MISTER, she is BEAUTIFUL, you must BUY her something!”

Be still my feminist urges.  

Actually the best one was “And this must be your female. She is LOVELY, and in a very good condition”.

Unexpected saltire! Feeling very far from home. 

Somewhere I never expected to be. Mysterious workings etc etc.

And the wall itself. This was as close as I was getting. I don’t do “cover your head and segregate yourselves by gender”, and it was a bit weird… but amazing to see. 

The square containing the western wall…

And back down the valley. This is sort of how Israel looks in my imagination, although I appreciate people also need houses and such. 

When one has neat hair, one can go to Jerusalem. A view up to the walls of the ancient city. 

This is quite a lot of my hair. It didn’t like the humidity, and five weeks of weird water, and staying up for a couple of nights in a row. It went on strike and formed a union of one massive knot. So….. yeah. Israeli hair salon needed. Michael translated (or not, as the case may be) over my head as the hairdresser decided he was just going to do whatever he wanted, because the only word we all had in common was “sexy”. It all turned out fine. Everyone had an amusing day.