Saturday:
I was on Mount Carmel today looking out over the city and port of Haifa. Met a lady at breakfast from Bulgaria who has been traveling here and was to meet up with her friend (Anne)who recently moved here. They are both Jews. Anne said a lot of Russian Jews have moved into this area which is high in manufacturing. They drove me up the mountain. Quite a view. I walked back. Was suppose to be a bus 23 running, but never did see one. Took short of an hour.
Sunday:
Went on the train to Caesarea which was the heart of Roman government in Israel. Quite a story behind the ruins there. It took King Herod 12 years to build a city and port of such splendor that the writings of Flavius Josephus about it were believed to be wild exaggerations by many scholars. It’s also where Paul was held captive for two years or more. I may have walked on the very dock where he boarded the ship to Rome.
I had a tuna sandwich at a cafe there and thought they would come with some small thing. Instead it was so big, along with a big salad, that I only could eat half. But I finished it off tonight! I’m staying at Port Inn Guest House in Haifa by the way if you want to look up their website. It’s a nice place and not expensive.
The train ride was interesting. Guess leaving in the morning, I ran into a lot of the soldiers, guys and gals, going to their jobs or something. Seemed at least half the passengers were toting AK-47′s.
Had something I wanted to add about the tour I first took into Egypt. It was to the pyramids and included the hotel package. I had to pay $25 extra for being single (room), so decided I should be able to sit at my own table.
Waiter: One person?
Me: yes
Waiter 2 + 5 minutes: Only one person.
Me: Yes, one person.
Waiter 3 + 10 minutes: One person?
Me: Yes, one person.
I wanted to say, but didn’t, “One persons eat too in case you didn’t know that before!”
And in case you don’t like that for an ending here, the woman I was traveling with later in Egypt had a big tattoo on her leg. She started telling me that she sure needed to shave her legs because the belly dancer tattoo was growing a beard.
I save more interesting things for next time.
Take care,
Caryl