
That was the title from a book written by PJ O'Rouke. PJ went out of his way to visit hellholes like Lebanon and try to have a good time there. I went out of my way to visit Israel to research locations and people for the book I was to illustrate " The Very First Easter" by Concordia Publishing House.
I knew things would be different for me as I was singled out from our group that arrived at the Airport in Tel Aviv and was interrogated. I tagged along with a church group ( great timing and serendipity for me ) and my pastor spoke to the guard on my behalf explaining that I was indeed an American. Whew!
What is apparent to the tourist is that there are young pimple faced fatigue wearing soldier and soldierettes brandishing uzzies EVERYWHERE. Eventually you get used to it like dust on your favorite mahogany furniture. Being your standard issue art type I sense that I had arrived in a place that is moving forward and standing still at the same time.
We travelled with a unique group that was trying something new. The company was a joint effort between Palestinians and Jews. The bus was owned by Palestinians and the tour guides were Jewish. Because of this arrangement we were able to visit the West Bank, which is where the Palestinians are gathered. Our tour guide said he had not been there in 10 years as it is not safe for Jews. That sensibility is immediatelt apparent. As I talked with our bus driver , who was a Palestinian Lutheran , he said there are definitely towns that are dangerous for Palestinians and likewise for the Jews.

Whats amazing is that so many Lebanese cross over the border daily to work is Israel. This is the ultra modern checkpoint.

This photo is taken outside of Jacobs Well. The water was refreshing but you can tell that some people have no problem being creative at Holy Sites.

This wonderful relief was cemented on a fence wall around the Garden in Gethsemene which is across the Temple Mount. I took hundreds of pictures and I have great photo reference of Galilee , Jerusalem, Judean Desert , Dead Sea, En Gedi, Betheny , Quamrun , Masada etc.

This pillar is what is left of a synagogue in Capernaum.

Welcome to the West Bank. As soon as you pass the gates you are transported to a different world and time. There are many roads that are not paved and it all feels like a Turkish Bazaar where ther are old men by the sides of roads taking drags on their water pipes. Also, there were armed Israeli jeeps at major intersections.

This is Jericho. The people were friendly and they appreciated the tourist money. Again, we were riding in a Palestinian bus so we were readily welcomed.

This is Ground central where no one enters without going through a rectal scan ( joking ) but you could definitely cut the tension with a knife. I learned to really be aggitated by the blaring call to prayer that blsted from across the Kidron Valley that was So loud as to keep you from thinking straight. It was very unnerving...only second to walking around the Arab Quarter and being sonically serenaded by competing synchopated boom boxes. Food was good though....!

Everyone learns to live in caves. The soft rock makes it easy to sculpt your own palace.

Dome of the Rock behind me and the Al Aqsa temple in front of me ( not seen )

Decapolis

Coming or going, the wise person is always on guard in Jerusalem. I had a man harass me for 2 blocks as I walked by the King David Hotel. I think he thought that I was a Palestinian. He was speaking in Hebrew and I am certain he was not inviting over for Dinner. We were told to stay away from the Orthodox Hasidim as they considered the Goyim unclean and would probably harrass us. We stayed away.
More to tell...but I would have to devote an entire Blog to this MadHouse. I came away thinking that they ALL were crazy and probably deserved each other.
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