Before all the stuff below
– Met up with dad, it was mom and I in the anxiety house. It was a very crappy house atop lots of stairs and a front door that didn’t really have a good pass code on it. First thing I noticed was that it was very dirty, but kinda small, and then it seemed a little bigger. I realized that I was not going to be able to sleep in the original bed that I had which consisted of two mattresses that were too small for me and a makeshift bed made out of metal, and sharp, pointy metal ends, which were all inside of a room with lights beaming in from the outside, and traffic going on nonstop, all this was happening during a heat wave, and there was nothing we could do about it. So I switched beds, and I slept quite well for the first week, until the anxiety hit, and just got worse and worse, causing us to go see a doctor ASAP and me wanting to be inside of a hotel, hospital, or even mental hospital as I was recently discharged from one a week before I left for Israel. But alas, we didn’t have insurance or the money for any of it so I hung in there going crazy to the max and counting down the days until heading out to the oranim group program. I even called and tried to see if I could get there early but their phone system was too complicated and I did not have the patience for it. I also tried to use Facebook but to no avail. The only thing facebook got me was a friend request from an Israeli dude, my age named Yotam, who later joined us at the first days of the Kibbutz life, and then joined us again to lead the group at Tel Aviv, which was the last stop, and last place that we resided in before I got back on the 5 bus to the Bus station and started to head back to my grandparents house, back to my mom, and to the place where I also had anxiety, and the place which was very hot, even worse than the anxiety house, but on the way back I chipped off some skin on the old, rusty suitcase that my dad had broken and had given me to use. Yadda, yadda, yadda my mom and I did our usual traveling things together. We had gone to the Mall, gone to Tel Aviv, their beach, bus stations, all the usual mumbo jumbo that my mother and I do on our semiannual trip to the holy land, which did not treat me as well as it has in the past this time around. I had not seen any of my cousins more than once, I barely spoke to them over the phone as well, and this year I didn’t even make it to most of their houses that I wanted to go. I wanted to see the updated versions because their houses are always changing, and it has been about 2 years going on 3 that I haven’t even set foot in their homes, even without anxiety. I did make it to one of my uncle’s houses though, but that was during the high anxiety era, also it was on a cold roof so I was shaking a lot, that was the one night that I saw a majority of their families, but it was ruined due to my anxiety, and it made me look like a fool that didn’t talk and was not able to communicate, or even function as a normal, civilized human being which was very rough, and embarrassing for me to go through. I needed a lot of help then, and it was nowhere to be found available in the entire country because they are poor, and old fashioned, and don’t really know what a mental hospital or anything is. They need to learn from us American people and move forward in their living statuses, and population hospice. I was very emotional during that time, and was not even able to sit down for very long, I just kept pacing, and pacing until my feet felt like they were about to fall off, and even then I found it difficult to stay put, aside from my A.D.D and all the other mental disabilities that I have said myself to have. In addition to all the crap I was going through, my digestive system did not really work well so I did not really eat or drink much until a few days in. When I did eat let’s just say that there was a lot of melted stuff inside my body that did not come off with a few simple wipes, it took almost the entire roll, and the smell it gave the bathroom was atrocious, very hard to breathe in there, and it was always leaving brown spots that I had to brush off the inside of the bowl, which wasn’t pleasant seeing that the toilet was not able to flush even simple toilet paper down the drain in one simple flush, the toilet ended up leaking a lot so we could not even flush, and the shower there wasn’t very nice because we kept having to clean up the flooding that was there after I was done, and it was a very thin shower with not a lot of room to move around, not like those glass box ones, but one with a curtain that was difficult to close properly, and there wasn’t a sink in the bathroom, and the sinks in the house leaked before I got there and the second you turned them on it was a splashfest everywhere, everything got wet, and then there were the mini ants who attacked anything food related on our sink, during the whole trip I surprisingly only saw one cockroach in our house. We did not have a TV either, one that worked anyways, or a normal couch because it was small and the middle of it had a pokey thing that hurt every time I wanted to sit on it, or lay down as to try to sleep in the very odd positions that I tried. This was in the living room, which also had a beam of light from the lamppost, and traffic going on and on, especially the ding of the train coming and going. All in all, it was very boring, and hot, nothing to do that wasn’t really redundant, nothing new to do that we haven’t already done, nothing, nothing at all whatsoever, if I did not have that anxiety, I would at least have been able to take a nap during the day, and not have to medicate myself just so I could lay down and get some simple rest, but NO, my body would not let me have my well needed rest. I hated the whole experience, and wish to never experience such a life threatening ordeal. At night I literally felt like I wasn’t going to see the morning, aside from the hallucinations from the medication I was put on. It was so hot that the fan did not really have any affect other than blowing hot air on my face, and making the fan noise during the night, however the fan did seem to work during the two nights at my grandparents house, I ended up sleeping pretty well, but on the final day, during the day before our 7:45 PM Taxi to the Airport came, the anxiety started to kick back in due to the heat, and being inside their house for too long, but luckily we got out of there before anything tragic happened.
My mom and I were right on time to catch the Taxi right as it rolled up to their building, also we were the first ones on so we had any seat that we wanted and from experience, I sat on the left side with my mom since there was more space and my right side was lose and my feet had more space to move around rather than being stuck under the right side as I have been sitting in the past while we traveled to, and from the Ben Gurion Airport, and wherever our house was designated on that trip. As usual there were people holding us up, but we got there on time, however, when we passed security my mom and I separated. When I went through the security check I had forgotten that we had to get our passports stamped so I nearly missed the flight home, which would have sucked. I was seated in 36F, conveniently next to the Bathroom, and all the way in the back by the Kitchen so I had everything I needed nearby. For some reason everyone was going to the bathroom which was next to me so I saw the same people going in and out. Basically, I had dibs on everything on the Airplane, which was a very nice thing to have seeing that they made me throw out a ton of water, and bottles so I could board, but luckily, had had two big bottles handy in my Israel Oranim given backpack which I did not say anything about, which lasted me the whole trip because I kept swiping waters from the kitchen, and I swiped snacks, and napkins because my nose was running quite a lot because my body was so weak from traveling and not having a good night’s sleep and being all mixed up and confused not knowing what was going on as if I was on some drugs, but I assure you that I was most certainly NOT ON ANY DRUGS!!!, I wasn’t on any Alcohol either, people weren’t allowed to drink on the plane even though it was on sale, which made people wonder why they even sold it on the airplane in the first place. During both flights I was stuck on playing Bejeweled, but on the way back I made an attempt at a game called Caveman, and solitaire, which both failed to please me, and actually made me thing a little bit. I watched an episode of mythbusters called let there be light, and en episode of just for laughs to fill my time but they didn’t really seem to even make a dent in it because the ride seemed like it was forever when it was really 11:30 ish one way and 12:30 ish on the other way. At least US Airways has everything nice and touch screen, with GPS and stuff so you didn’t have to wait for that one screen to flip on to track where your flight was at. As of now we have only been flying US Air, and I have been enjoying it more than El Al, which has crappy, gritty screens, that are small, and shitty, even with more legroom, US Air Trumps them all, except for that one Airplane with the Clown on it and the Foot Massage thingy’s and fancy remote control / phone with games that actually worked, and fun buttons to put on the phone for the different languages and other fun stuff. I got to Israel right in the afternoon and my mom and I got home around 4:00 AM on the runway, and 6:00 AM to the Train, and we felt the humidity. There was a group from Birthright who were also on our flight, and a few of them took the Train with us, and made jokes with the Black Conductor dude that was taking our Money and giving us one way tickets for them. America takes some time to get used to, but now I am back to normal, doing my writing thing.
– Met up with dad, it was mom and I in the anxiety house. It was a very crappy house atop lots of stairs and a front door that didn’t really have a good pass code on it. First thing I noticed was that it was very dirty, but kinda small, and then it seemed a little bigger. I realized that I was not going to be able to sleep in the original bed that I had which consisted of two mattresses that were too small for me and a makeshift bed made out of metal, and sharp, pointy metal ends, which were all inside of a room with lights beaming in from the outside, and traffic going on nonstop, all this was happening during a heat wave, and there was nothing we could do about it. So I switched beds, and I slept quite well for the first week, until the anxiety hit, and just got worse and worse, causing us to go see a doctor ASAP and me wanting to be inside of a hotel, hospital, or even mental hospital as I was recently discharged from one a week before I left for Israel. But alas, we didn’t have insurance or the money for any of it so I hung in there going crazy to the max and counting down the days until heading out to the oranim group program. I even called and tried to see if I could get there early but their phone system was too complicated and I did not have the patience for it. I also tried to use Facebook but to no avail. The only thing facebook got me was a friend request from an Israeli dude, my age named Yotam, who later joined us at the first days of the Kibbutz life, and then joined us again to lead the group at Tel Aviv, which was the last stop, and last place that we resided in before I got back on the 5 bus to the Bus station and started to head back to my grandparents house, back to my mom, and to the place where I also had anxiety, and the place which was very hot, even worse than the anxiety house, but on the way back I chipped off some skin on the old, rusty suitcase that my dad had broken and had given me to use. Yadda, yadda, yadda my mom and I did our usual traveling things together. We had gone to the Mall, gone to Tel Aviv, their beach, bus stations, all the usual mumbo jumbo that my mother and I do on our semiannual trip to the holy land, which did not treat me as well as it has in the past this time around. I had not seen any of my cousins more than once, I barely spoke to them over the phone as well, and this year I didn’t even make it to most of their houses that I wanted to go. I wanted to see the updated versions because their houses are always changing, and it has been about 2 years going on 3 that I haven’t even set foot in their homes, even without anxiety. I did make it to one of my uncle’s houses though, but that was during the high anxiety era, also it was on a cold roof so I was shaking a lot, that was the one night that I saw a majority of their families, but it was ruined due to my anxiety, and it made me look like a fool that didn’t talk and was not able to communicate, or even function as a normal, civilized human being which was very rough, and embarrassing for me to go through. I needed a lot of help then, and it was nowhere to be found available in the entire country because they are poor, and old fashioned, and don’t really know what a mental hospital or anything is. They need to learn from us American people and move forward in their living statuses, and population hospice. I was very emotional during that time, and was not even able to sit down for very long, I just kept pacing, and pacing until my feet felt like they were about to fall off, and even then I found it difficult to stay put, aside from my A.D.D and all the other mental disabilities that I have said myself to have. In addition to all the crap I was going through, my digestive system did not really work well so I did not really eat or drink much until a few days in. When I did eat let’s just say that there was a lot of melted stuff inside my body that did not come off with a few simple wipes, it took almost the entire roll, and the smell it gave the bathroom was atrocious, very hard to breathe in there, and it was always leaving brown spots that I had to brush off the inside of the bowl, which wasn’t pleasant seeing that the toilet was not able to flush even simple toilet paper down the drain in one simple flush, the toilet ended up leaking a lot so we could not even flush, and the shower there wasn’t very nice because we kept having to clean up the flooding that was there after I was done, and it was a very thin shower with not a lot of room to move around, not like those glass box ones, but one with a curtain that was difficult to close properly, and there wasn’t a sink in the bathroom, and the sinks in the house leaked before I got there and the second you turned them on it was a splashfest everywhere, everything got wet, and then there were the mini ants who attacked anything food related on our sink, during the whole trip I surprisingly only saw one cockroach in our house. We did not have a TV either, one that worked anyways, or a normal couch because it was small and the middle of it had a pokey thing that hurt every time I wanted to sit on it, or lay down as to try to sleep in the very odd positions that I tried. This was in the living room, which also had a beam of light from the lamppost, and traffic going on and on, especially the ding of the train coming and going. All in all, it was very boring, and hot, nothing to do that wasn’t really redundant, nothing new to do that we haven’t already done, nothing, nothing at all whatsoever, if I did not have that anxiety, I would at least have been able to take a nap during the day, and not have to medicate myself just so I could lay down and get some simple rest, but NO, my body would not let me have my well needed rest. I hated the whole experience, and wish to never experience such a life threatening ordeal. At night I literally felt like I wasn’t going to see the morning, aside from the hallucinations from the medication I was put on. It was so hot that the fan did not really have any affect other than blowing hot air on my face, and making the fan noise during the night, however the fan did seem to work during the two nights at my grandparents house, I ended up sleeping pretty well, but on the final day, during the day before our 7:45 PM Taxi to the Airport came, the anxiety started to kick back in due to the heat, and being inside their house for too long, but luckily we got out of there before anything tragic happened.
My mom and I were right on time to catch the Taxi right as it rolled up to their building, also we were the first ones on so we had any seat that we wanted and from experience, I sat on the left side with my mom since there was more space and my right side was lose and my feet had more space to move around rather than being stuck under the right side as I have been sitting in the past while we traveled to, and from the Ben Gurion Airport, and wherever our house was designated on that trip. As usual there were people holding us up, but we got there on time, however, when we passed security my mom and I separated. When I went through the security check I had forgotten that we had to get our passports stamped so I nearly missed the flight home, which would have sucked. I was seated in 36F, conveniently next to the Bathroom, and all the way in the back by the Kitchen so I had everything I needed nearby. For some reason everyone was going to the bathroom which was next to me so I saw the same people going in and out. Basically, I had dibs on everything on the Airplane, which was a very nice thing to have seeing that they made me throw out a ton of water, and bottles so I could board, but luckily, had had two big bottles handy in my Israel Oranim given backpack which I did not say anything about, which lasted me the whole trip because I kept swiping waters from the kitchen, and I swiped snacks, and napkins because my nose was running quite a lot because my body was so weak from traveling and not having a good night’s sleep and being all mixed up and confused not knowing what was going on as if I was on some drugs, but I assure you that I was most certainly NOT ON ANY DRUGS!!!, I wasn’t on any Alcohol either, people weren’t allowed to drink on the plane even though it was on sale, which made people wonder why they even sold it on the airplane in the first place. During both flights I was stuck on playing Bejeweled, but on the way back I made an attempt at a game called Caveman, and solitaire, which both failed to please me, and actually made me thing a little bit. I watched an episode of mythbusters called let there be light, and en episode of just for laughs to fill my time but they didn’t really seem to even make a dent in it because the ride seemed like it was forever when it was really 11:30 ish one way and 12:30 ish on the other way. At least US Airways has everything nice and touch screen, with GPS and stuff so you didn’t have to wait for that one screen to flip on to track where your flight was at. As of now we have only been flying US Air, and I have been enjoying it more than El Al, which has crappy, gritty screens, that are small, and shitty, even with more legroom, US Air Trumps them all, except for that one Airplane with the Clown on it and the Foot Massage thingy’s and fancy remote control / phone with games that actually worked, and fun buttons to put on the phone for the different languages and other fun stuff. I got to Israel right in the afternoon and my mom and I got home around 4:00 AM on the runway, and 6:00 AM to the Train, and we felt the humidity. There was a group from Birthright who were also on our flight, and a few of them took the Train with us, and made jokes with the Black Conductor dude that was taking our Money and giving us one way tickets for them. America takes some time to get used to, but now I am back to normal, doing my writing thing.
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Kibbutz
Gal on
well, this was my first stop on my journey through Israel. I traveled two busses, and a Taxi to get there. This was a completely new place for me so I had no idea where I was as I was looking out from the Taxi window as we passed by places that did not look appealing to my nature and that did not look like people even lived there. The places we were driving by were like desert Zombie towns filled with Cows, and Sheep, literally. A Kibbutz is a small town, in the middle of nowhere, with the gate being miles away from where we lived, and transportation was being dependant on the people there to drive us around, and back in to civilization. When I got there I still had anxiety, I even threw up because of the heat, and the fact that we had one meal a day did not sit right with me so I overate even before settling in. I was almost certain that I would not be able to last in the situation I was in, but in the end it turned out to be the best place that we lived during our entire trip, other than Tel Aviv, because you know, its Tel Aviv, with the newly discovered gigantic sized mall and stores all around almost open 24 / 7 and literally right across the street from us. We got a very central location, so we were very lucky. The rooms they gave us were alright, but I had to switch out due to my roommates animalistic snoring, drunkenness, and just being a pig all around, bothering me at 3:30 in the morning asking me to do some pretty nasty stuff to him, and his body, him eating all my food while I was sleeping, and him never really paying me back the money I had lent him weeks before, he did have money but instead, he used it all on beer and cigarettes, which turned out to be more important than friendship with me, the only normal person on the entire trip who wasn’t crazy drunk, or just plain mental. Most of the people did not seem mentally stable, and did not seem to know how to handle their issues in their lives, using me as a scapegoat, and just being down right pissed off at me for things that they should not have been pissed off at me for. I understood why they were feeling this way towards me but it should really be that way because I am very sensitive, and people being mean really triggers my depression. Having depression is rough out there; it doesn’t let me communicate with others just like Aspergers doesn’t either. I turned into a freak after the day when I smelled really bad and didn’t want to take a shower and I became a very disrespectful person on that night so I lost a lot of friends, and people didn’t wanna talk to me anymore, so that’s why I did my own thing during the final week of the program, in Tel Aviv. I will talk about that later. Martin took very good care of us, and we had very good times for the two weeks we lived here. Even though we had small rooms, we still had A/C, internet, a Fridge, Decent Beds, and closet space.
well, this was my first stop on my journey through Israel. I traveled two busses, and a Taxi to get there. This was a completely new place for me so I had no idea where I was as I was looking out from the Taxi window as we passed by places that did not look appealing to my nature and that did not look like people even lived there. The places we were driving by were like desert Zombie towns filled with Cows, and Sheep, literally. A Kibbutz is a small town, in the middle of nowhere, with the gate being miles away from where we lived, and transportation was being dependant on the people there to drive us around, and back in to civilization. When I got there I still had anxiety, I even threw up because of the heat, and the fact that we had one meal a day did not sit right with me so I overate even before settling in. I was almost certain that I would not be able to last in the situation I was in, but in the end it turned out to be the best place that we lived during our entire trip, other than Tel Aviv, because you know, its Tel Aviv, with the newly discovered gigantic sized mall and stores all around almost open 24 / 7 and literally right across the street from us. We got a very central location, so we were very lucky. The rooms they gave us were alright, but I had to switch out due to my roommates animalistic snoring, drunkenness, and just being a pig all around, bothering me at 3:30 in the morning asking me to do some pretty nasty stuff to him, and his body, him eating all my food while I was sleeping, and him never really paying me back the money I had lent him weeks before, he did have money but instead, he used it all on beer and cigarettes, which turned out to be more important than friendship with me, the only normal person on the entire trip who wasn’t crazy drunk, or just plain mental. Most of the people did not seem mentally stable, and did not seem to know how to handle their issues in their lives, using me as a scapegoat, and just being down right pissed off at me for things that they should not have been pissed off at me for. I understood why they were feeling this way towards me but it should really be that way because I am very sensitive, and people being mean really triggers my depression. Having depression is rough out there; it doesn’t let me communicate with others just like Aspergers doesn’t either. I turned into a freak after the day when I smelled really bad and didn’t want to take a shower and I became a very disrespectful person on that night so I lost a lot of friends, and people didn’t wanna talk to me anymore, so that’s why I did my own thing during the final week of the program, in Tel Aviv. I will talk about that later. Martin took very good care of us, and we had very good times for the two weeks we lived here. Even though we had small rooms, we still had A/C, internet, a Fridge, Decent Beds, and closet space.
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Zefat
Zefat
This was a short trip as I remember, we got off the bus,
went through the old city, I went to the Bathroom in the Candle Shop again
thanks to my knowledge from a previous Birthright experience. For lunch I had a
Shawama, and drank Coke, for under 50 Shekels, it’s a pretty good deal, I even
found a bathroom, and got to explore own my own a little more than the last
time. I guess you could say that I had street smarts and a very good memory of
where everything was and what could be done there conveniently. After the usual
trip, we went straight home, we didn’t stop at the Espresso Café on the way
back, but on the way there we did, and I went to their unisex bathroom, and I
took a bunch of their tissues, and sugar packets to put in my Soda, and Tea
whenever I made some from the Kettle that I had to wash a few times just to
make sure that most of the contaminants were boiled off from both sides. Martin
and some other dude came and led us on the Bus; we had a good bus & driver
for this trip.
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Jerusalem
Jerusalem
Here we did the typical Jew group thing which was tour the
Western Wall, and visited a new part of the city, don’t really remember much but
we saw some ancient ruins and an old map on a wall, lots of underground stuff.
Also we went through an Arab market; I think it was at Damascus Gate area possibly
by the Police station that I was nearby days before. At the end of that trip we
sent the people off to their hostels, hotels, and some to the Dead Sea, where
they decided to stay for one night. I
ate my fruit and Jammed out to my Music on the way home. We had picked up a
girl named Arielle at the Central Bus Station on the way back. She was on another
program on the Kibbutz, she was from New Jersey, and took classes at Hebrew U.
She was a very caring environmentalist, who liked to keep things neat and tidy,
she was fun to have around, very nice, outgoing, and she had good looks to
match. I really enjoyed her company while the others were away and it was only
Brian, and Andrew left from the other group. The Kibbutz was Barren during the weekend, but it was kinda nice to have
the place to myself without anyone coming in to disrupt, disturb, or annoy
while I was doing what I liked to do best, which was hanging out with my
Technology which consisted of TV, and Computer system. The days went by rather
quickly because I had everything that I needed there, and I knew I could live
there for a while.
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Ramleh
Here we moved on to an actual city with new group leaders
Nir, and Noa, who never really were around. Noa was only there for a short
time, and as for Nir, everyone hated him because he didn’t really do much, and didn’t
help us out, also the group was just pissed off because everyone was in separate
locations far from each other causing everyone to communicate via facebook.
They boys were all together in an actual house, and the girls were in Apartment
buildings all the way on the top floor. Since the guys all lived together, we
drove each other crazy. Our house fell apart every day that we were in it
starting from the Door knobs, the TV, the Sink, and finally the Shower Head
falling off. The only AC we had was in the living room area, all the other
areas were full on saunas that were hard to breathe in. luckily I had a plan to
move my mattress all the way down to the bottom floor by the laundry room which
was the best idea I’ve had for a while, I had a little hidey hole for myself
over there and it was nice. I even had my own sink, and a place to hide a lot
of my junk so people wouldn’t steal them as they did with the food that I had
purchased in the community fridge. Most of the stuff I bought was safe though,
I could suck it up and afford to let a little portion of my food items go to
the others whole also shared that fridge. All the apartments were fully
furnished with A/C, couches, and some other fun stuff that came with that house
that I used to its full potential to help me get by with what I got. The boys
left a mess around the house every single day. They did not wash their dishes,
or clean up their trash, or their egg shells that were just laid across the
counter to get eaten by ants, bugs, or insects. I took care of the house all alone, while the boys were away. There was only one Roach at the
end of the Ramleh stay near my room, I stuck a towel around it and called it a
day as we all went out the door to our next destination, which was Tel Aviv, in
a Minibus. I sat in the front and
listened to the boys in the back making fun of me and making a mockery from the
things that I did, and listened to their mean, disgusting, threatening things
that were being aimed right at my face, but I sat there and tried to put up
with it, I did not say anything the whole trip, and it didn’t seem like anyone
was on my side, which sucked, but I just DGAF’ed which meant (Didn’t give a
fuck), which was the nickname given to a boy named Billy. During the week I found
a liquor store, a mini supermarket with food and beer n’ stuff, also, I found a
large children’s park which I never went to due to the intense heat. While we
were there we had a few meetings, one was to watch an Israeli Movie on the TV
(Before I knocked it over and broke it) Nir brought us Popcorn & Snacks.
Then we talked about volunteering and where everyone was to go. I was sent to a
school with a bunch of Mentally unstable children, with two others, which I
didn’t end up liking so I walked back home from there as I did with a lot of
things like when we were at our second meeting at the Library, I walked around
a lot and explored, which was fun. I was the only one who know where everything
was and stuff, I was the bearer of a lot of knowledge, and I had a little bit
of an advantage over most of the group because I also knew the language, and
was already used to living in situations that were not perfect, or what I asked
for but I managed, and got to share my knowledge
with the others, and they seemed to thank me by saying that because I helped
them out that they were eating food that they otherwise would not have had. They
also mentioned along the way that I was like the Glue that held the group
together, but I don’t think that it ended up that way in the very end because
everyone seemed to hate me, and I was okay with it because I was already used
to it from long before so most of it didn’t really affect me but sometimes, it
just hurt. People are people, some are incompetent, and just have trouble
living their daily lives with others.
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Akko – Yotam
Akko – Yotam
One day I woke up at 6:50 AM, had an energy drink, got on a
bus, and we went to Akko, which is apparently the holiest city to be in for a
lot of people, there were lots of Arabs there, we even ate some Pita and Hummus
at an Arab place for only 15 Shekels. The place was over populated, but it was
nice, and cheap, and right in the middle of some Arab Market place. While on
the trip we saw more Ancient Ruins, and some really old caves, and places to go
to the bathroom, and just really old, smelly places that were very low and claustrophobic
for some people. Most of it was dark Tunnels, but it was kinda nice to be out
of the blinding sun, beaming down on your body. It was a very hot day, and we
all sweat a lot. We got to see some nice sights including the ocean, and some
really freaky mosques, and stores that sold things that you would never imagine
you’d see just laying on the street, at least in Tel Aviv they have curtains
and its inside of a controlled Mall known as the Dizengoff Center which was a
Golden Heaven for me because of its size, and the stuff there was to look at in
there. 7 floors of Mall, stores, coffee shops, and nice people that knew how to
work with the tourists to get them what they needed. There was even a Movie Theatre in there just
like the one in Tel Aviv, where I used the Bathroom and drank water on the way
home just because it was so conveniently close to our residence, I never
actually went to see any movies though, but it was a very nice, and fancy place
with that popcorn smell that I love. At
the end of the Akko trip I grabbed a map. I struggled to make it back to the
bus due to exhaustion, and intense heat, I nearly passed out on the crappy bus,
and a lot of others did too. We were joined by 4 people from the kibbutz who
were also going to Tel Aviv, to their Hostel, we knew those people from before
so it was nice having them come with us on the bus back to Tel Aviv.
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Tel Aviv
- Yotam
I would have to say that this was the best part of my trip, and the part that I did the most things, on my own. So I got a room, later than the others, I was stuck outside in the hallway for a while, sweating. As soon as I got to my room I unpacked my stuff and noticed that the room had not been cleaned at all and that the lady who was there before had left a lot of her stuff all over the room, I still have her toothpaste but Yotam took care of the Bikini, he said that the lady was young, and had small tits. She left a lot of stuff there but none of it was too exciting. I turned on the TV right away and fixed the A/C. The TV had to be kept on with a Coin to hold the button in. everything worked out fine until I got my roommate, Alex, who I also roomed with at the Kibbutz along with another cool New Paltz dude by the name of Jeremy. I thought it would be a good experience to room with him again, since things went well the first time but I was wrong. The Snoring was so loud, it was Animalistic, I had the same problem with my roommate on my Birthright trip, it was very unhumanlike, and make me wanna rip my ears off, or choke the drunk man to death. Having your roommate barging in at 3:30 am asking you to do nasty things to him isn’t very pleasant, nor is having all your food eaten while you were unconscious, or not having the money they borrowed be returned in a decent amount of time, rather than never due to Beer and Cigarette addictions. It sucked and I had to move myself out from that room, in to my own room, which was even worse because it was dustier, and dirtier, and the sink leaked really bad, the TV did not turn on without the remote, which had no batteries in it, trash being left behind, and maintenance people sneaking in to your room while you are downstairs taking out your trash to the bins. Even with all that, it was still better than being in the same room and having to deal with that every single night. I was freer, and relaxed to do whatever I wanted. There were days where I never even left the room. Luckily the Supermarket was right across the street, so it was nice, and the mall was just minutes away, and there were stores for everything over there almost open all the time. Aside from the Mall there was this place by the Beach, which was also nearby just down Frischman Street called the opera house a minimall, more towards the Yafo area. I went here to eat at Burger ranch, my favorite place to eat in the country, however, I: recently visited this place called Burgers Bar which was very tasty. For years, I did not want to go there but this year I decided to try it out, since it was in the neighborhood, and we didn’t have much time because it was getting late for us to be out and we had to be home so we wouldn’t wake my grandparents up. I am no longer a Virgin, to Burgers Bar. Next time I go there, I wanna try the rest of their stuff, they have good prices over there too, and it’s very filling, in a non fatty way. Overall the trip was enjoyable, and went by rather quickly at the end. At the end of Birthright, I cried because the people I came close to where departing from me and I would never see them again. For this trip, I slept in, so Yotam came knocking on my door when I was still asleep, so I had to get up rather quickly for check out not to be charged another day. I left behind the Blanket, and Pillows I had “Borrowed” from the House in Ramleh, and a Pillow from the Kibbutz, because I didn’t really need them, they weren’t mine, they were too big to fit, and they would be very difficult to carry as people may have noticed the bags that I was brining. I needed help, because of my OCD attachment, and anxiety that the stuff in the next place would not be as good, and I was right. Nothing clean, pee spots, blood stains, gross stuff, it was nasty! I didn’t really say a formal goodbye to anyone, most of them left by the time I was out the Door. The people that blocked me still have me blocked, and I don’t really mind, because I am used to that already. Blah blah blah, and this concludes my Israel Trip for 2012! Hope you enjoyed reading it!
I would have to say that this was the best part of my trip, and the part that I did the most things, on my own. So I got a room, later than the others, I was stuck outside in the hallway for a while, sweating. As soon as I got to my room I unpacked my stuff and noticed that the room had not been cleaned at all and that the lady who was there before had left a lot of her stuff all over the room, I still have her toothpaste but Yotam took care of the Bikini, he said that the lady was young, and had small tits. She left a lot of stuff there but none of it was too exciting. I turned on the TV right away and fixed the A/C. The TV had to be kept on with a Coin to hold the button in. everything worked out fine until I got my roommate, Alex, who I also roomed with at the Kibbutz along with another cool New Paltz dude by the name of Jeremy. I thought it would be a good experience to room with him again, since things went well the first time but I was wrong. The Snoring was so loud, it was Animalistic, I had the same problem with my roommate on my Birthright trip, it was very unhumanlike, and make me wanna rip my ears off, or choke the drunk man to death. Having your roommate barging in at 3:30 am asking you to do nasty things to him isn’t very pleasant, nor is having all your food eaten while you were unconscious, or not having the money they borrowed be returned in a decent amount of time, rather than never due to Beer and Cigarette addictions. It sucked and I had to move myself out from that room, in to my own room, which was even worse because it was dustier, and dirtier, and the sink leaked really bad, the TV did not turn on without the remote, which had no batteries in it, trash being left behind, and maintenance people sneaking in to your room while you are downstairs taking out your trash to the bins. Even with all that, it was still better than being in the same room and having to deal with that every single night. I was freer, and relaxed to do whatever I wanted. There were days where I never even left the room. Luckily the Supermarket was right across the street, so it was nice, and the mall was just minutes away, and there were stores for everything over there almost open all the time. Aside from the Mall there was this place by the Beach, which was also nearby just down Frischman Street called the opera house a minimall, more towards the Yafo area. I went here to eat at Burger ranch, my favorite place to eat in the country, however, I: recently visited this place called Burgers Bar which was very tasty. For years, I did not want to go there but this year I decided to try it out, since it was in the neighborhood, and we didn’t have much time because it was getting late for us to be out and we had to be home so we wouldn’t wake my grandparents up. I am no longer a Virgin, to Burgers Bar. Next time I go there, I wanna try the rest of their stuff, they have good prices over there too, and it’s very filling, in a non fatty way. Overall the trip was enjoyable, and went by rather quickly at the end. At the end of Birthright, I cried because the people I came close to where departing from me and I would never see them again. For this trip, I slept in, so Yotam came knocking on my door when I was still asleep, so I had to get up rather quickly for check out not to be charged another day. I left behind the Blanket, and Pillows I had “Borrowed” from the House in Ramleh, and a Pillow from the Kibbutz, because I didn’t really need them, they weren’t mine, they were too big to fit, and they would be very difficult to carry as people may have noticed the bags that I was brining. I needed help, because of my OCD attachment, and anxiety that the stuff in the next place would not be as good, and I was right. Nothing clean, pee spots, blood stains, gross stuff, it was nasty! I didn’t really say a formal goodbye to anyone, most of them left by the time I was out the Door. The people that blocked me still have me blocked, and I don’t really mind, because I am used to that already. Blah blah blah, and this concludes my Israel Trip for 2012! Hope you enjoyed reading it!
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