The class for our Iran Presentation
We hosted another visit of the local NCW
group on Saturday, with about 1 hour's notice. It was much like
the event that took us by surprise three weeks ago in Chapter 6.
The had bible study, a service and snacks and left without a
trace at about 10:00. The only problem for us was that there were
four small children roaming about the building un-supervised, and
Ruth was pretty worn out after 6 hours of baby sitting.
I should insert the fact that we tried to dance Israeli dances at the
Misgav Center (Misgav is the Jewish "county" in this region. It
provides services like garbage collection, street repairs, and
recreation facilities for the Jewish communities nearby.
It carefully excludes any predominately Arab villages.) We
had a ride all worked out, but when we tried to leave we found out two
things - our flashlight didn't work, and we could not unlock the door.
We did not dance, in fact we could not leave the building until
school opened the next morning.
Sunday we took an excursion to Haifa, which turned out to be rather
expensive. The intent was to buy music stands for the steel
drummers (see chapter one) who practice for two hours once a week, but
who spend a third of the time watching the teacher write out the notes
on the board. Anyway, we took the bus to Haifa and got off at the central
bus station, which seemed to be in an industrial part of town, next to
a very large and incomprehensible shopping mall. It turned out
that the music store, in fact two, were across the street from the
mall, by chance we stumbled into one. Ruth managed to get a 12%
discount, still eight rather small stands cost about $25 each.
Pretty high! We went on into Haifa on a free bus, but Ruth
left the camera behind. We tried to check likely drivers and
buses at the terminal with no success, and then bought another camera
for $127 (with charger and card). Finally we went into a school
supply store for something and came out with a flashlight ($4) and
batteries ($7). We ate lunch in a howling wind (the local Arabic word
for wind is huley) and headed home.
On the way we asked someone about the train station and he pointed to
the mall, so we went in - with some difficulty. We could find no
entry except through the parking lot. We passed a check point
upon entry and the man checked Ruth's bag but not mine. We saw
several parallel lines of people passing under signs in Arabic and
Hebrew so we thought "These people are boarding trains". We
almost ended up in a movie theater. We kept trying, passing an
abyss of absolute mayhem where parents and their small children were
sort of turning to butter on a small, crowded carpet. Finally we
saw a narrow door with another check point. That was the train
We walked back through the mayhem and found a way out, then picked up
the music stands and waited for bus 166 to Ibillin. Funny how
comfortable we felt when we found others traveling to Ibillin or
Shef'aram at the bus stop.
Here are a few pictures of our day in Haifa:
Street outside Photo Shop
Seghs and Cruise Ship
Mayhem Up Close
Theater from Bus Stop
We returned home safely, and thankfully climbed the hill to our home in Ibillin. We do better in small towns.
As for the flashlight, I carefully put new batteries in the old
flashlight and it works; I carefully put new batteries in
the new flashlight and it doesn't work. We started out with a
camera and a broken flashlight, and now have a working flashlight and a
camera, but I won't talk about the resulting cost of the trip.