SH-24-246's blog

Since we missed a day of blogging, I will tell what we did yesterday as well as today. Yesterday we got to go to a farm-like place for tourists and got to eat random veggies. Matt R, Jonny P, Liad, Ryan and Grady all ate the hot red peppers. I have never seen such a collection of babies. After, we went to the desert and hiked for a bit. Yotam of course did his Borat impression, and it gets us every time. We then went on a camel ride. Johnny and I shared a camel. We named our camel “Humpy.” He was a fierce camel and showed us a good time.

It was just like any other classic morning in Israel for those meddling kids in bus 246: tuna fish for breakfast, an assorted cheese tray, watered down orange juice, and groggy yes. After loading the bus both emotionally and physically, everyone swiftly fell into the usual deep slumber associated with the early morning bus rides.

A second consecutive 7 AM meet-up had us on the bus and on the way to the Shalom Peace lookout in the Golan Heights. The view was absolutely incredible as we were able to see the entire Sea of Galilee (Kineret) and other landmarks we had visited the previous day like the city of Tiberias. We all snapped some photos and headed to the bus to make our way to Tzfat, a city in northern Israel.

Howdy, all; Jeff Weisz blogging live from Israel, saying Shalom! I apologize for any spelling mistakes, as I’m at a disadvantage having to type with my hands. I usually toe-type, like any sensible blogger does, but my legs are pretty exhausted from today’s hike up the Jillaboon trail. Mostly uphill, and covered in rather rocky terrain, we were all pretty worn out from the 3 hour trek, but the scenery at Jillaboon was absolutely phenomenal; you could see for miles in all directions at the highest points.

We started off the trip with a song and dance called “Achim,” which means brothers. This was appropriate, as all of us on this trip have already become very close. We’re a loud, friendly and excited group; perfect for a first trip to Israel. Our first night was in a Kibbutz: a small, self-sustaining community. Sometimes we forget that we are in the middle of the Middle East on this Kibbutz. On our tour the following day, we stood before an incredible view of the mountains and a village. “That’s Jordan,” our tour-guide, Yotam, told us. That’s when we remembered just where we were.