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This past week I went to Eilat and on Wednesday I went to Petra in Jordan. I had great fun, partying, drinking, talking to people. I arrived in Eilat descended to the hotel which was the King Solomon, all was fine, checked into the room. Well after a little while a load of young kids were charging up and down the corridor outside. What a noise!! I was willing to put up with it and slept in the room that night. But my brother Leigh arrived at 2am and the next day decided to upgrade the room. This time we were on the 10th floor at the end and had a lovely balcony with an amazing view.

Petra

I had to goto Petra for the day, just seeing it in Indiana Jones isn’t good enough for me. Getting through the customs was okay’ish even know I had to wait almost around two hours! The trip down on the coach was interesting, seeing all the natural formations of the land, the villages, some of the buildings were fairly modern looking. At Petra there is nothing third world about the place. No oldy feeling in the new town, seemed fairly nice.

The walk down was nice through the ancient canyon carved by nature an impressive sight in it’s own right. Very few tombs on the way down, then at some point after much walking it opens up and you see the Tomb from Indian Jones. This is a place you have to see for yourself. You don’t realise how impressive it is until you see it a truly impressive piece of architecture. This place was carved from the top down, how impressive a people to perform such a feet with the abilities of the time.

>> AlbumThere was only one quirk on the way back into Israel and that was the Israeli border control. I left for a days trip! Just a day, why are they so interested in me! What is the point on asking 50 questions they wont remember!! Asking me questions I can’t even answer!! :/ They should be ashamed of themselves if you ask me.

It seems like and feels like I am nearing the end of the ulpan with the current events. Yesterday was Ricardo’s last working day and he joined us in the Noy (Garden scalping). Ricardo is from Mexico and is going back there on Sunday so he wanted me to take some pictures of his last day at work on the kibbutz.  >>

The Party

We also threw a bonfire party for him and another girl called Alex, she is very nice also. But I really didn’t get to know her that much. She is from New York and I not sure what she is doing next. But I got them both cards and wished them the best of luck.

Alex is the one on the left with the dark hair, with Roxanne followed by Rebecca. They are all very nice. We all had a party after the dinner with lots of firewood, I danced for a bit until Ivan the Destroyer decided to punch poor Max and then I decided to goto bed. Ivan is one crazy mofo when drunk.

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It was only after Liverpool won 8-0 that I decided to go see the game in Tel Aviv. I knew it would be easy enough to get to the venue and watch. I thought after Liverpool, Tottenham might do me proud also. They won, but it wasn’t in the fashion I was looking for. I was expecting more flair with that touch of genious I saw last season. There was a glimpse or two in the first half and a little in the second half but not much at all.

The two goals looked good, but really where off the run of play and our £16.3 million player Darren Bent is now worth 6 Sheckals for missing the open goal! Maybe the new manager can find some better players to help strengthen a squad which at the moment looks weak.

I think because both clubs have been performing poorly in the leagues they lacked in spirit. Although the Hapoel fans seemed in good spirits their team certainly wasn’t and I was a fair bit frustrated with the overall play. I was more interested in talking to the fans I was sitting next too and finding out that most of the Spurs faithful live in Israel and only 70 fans came from England.

Security

The ground had been closed all week prier to the game and there was constant sweeps of the stadium by the police. But I would have to say that next to English clubs and the amount of police you see there was very small. I don’t think you would get much problems considering the amount of military effort that goes to containing problems in the state of Israel. But you can never be too sure. I also find it sad that not many people came from England too the match. But I was more than happy with the Spurs turn out.

Attendance

On bbc.co.uk and soccernet.com they say the attendance of the match was 10,000 and I truly find it hard to believe that could be that accurate. I was there and there where empty seats and I would have to say there was certainly more that a pocket of 500 English fans! Even on wikipedia.org it says Bloomfield Stadium has 15700 and I would have too say there couldn’t of been more than 8,000 at the ground. My estimate if I made it would be around 7,500 in attendance. So can someone do a recount please!

Well I finally went to Jerusalem on the ulpans first trip! We went there and too me it seemed like we didn’t do much. With the ulpan I went to the Holocaust Museum and after that we went on a little walk around the old city which hardly shows the gems of Jerusalem.

Thankfully I had an extra morning over everyone else to do my own exploring as I was staying the evening to visit my Uncle. So that morning I was left to myself to do exploring, I went to two museums and the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

I put some photo’s on my gallery so have a look.

Eric left so we had a little party. shame he couldn’t come!!

Eric was one of the peeps from America, he bragged to everyone how he had been in prison and was a rather conflicting personality. I never got round to taking a picture of him, so I guess you wont get to see what he looked like! Nevermind, because you get to see this lot instead.

http://gallery.govvy.co.uk – Eric’s leaving party.

I sit on my favourite bench, it’s a lovely sunset and that dam fence! But at times I wonder is it to keep the Arabs out or is it really to keep me in??

Well, I had to either work today or goto class. It was one or the other as far as I could work out. So I thought, but on the board it showed that everyone had to work today. Very confusing, very annoying and very… wrong, so it seemed. So I thought I rather be safe than sorry so I went down there anyway. Only to be told they didn’t need me today, which I much preferred.

Before while in bed sleeping, (in rem state) my mind sub-conscience created a dream for me. I always consider the dreams to be more than dreams, but the human mind delving into other unknown realities as we know it.

Alas, I was back home in England in my parents house in the halls and rooms, but I hardly remember what I was doing in the first one. But the second segment of this dream, before I woke I was out in the front and a shadow was creeping up on me. I told the shadow I didn’t want to go back, I told it I wanted to stay at home. I begged a few times to the creeping shadow as it got closer and as I retreated back to the house. In the end it got me and took me back to Israel to this kibbutz.

I think this dream is very clear to me, my sub-conscience is home sick. But there felt a reality inside this place and it felt nice to be back at home if only for the short time it was. Even if the home was slightly edited with a different road at the side that was not there in the physical reality. Other houses missing… ect. But it was still home. I do miss it, but I am here for now.

Another aspect I have in my personality is the shadow, I am a shadowy type of person in many respects, I cast darkness and gloom into otherwise light area’s of life. At the same it, it is an element that exists yet, do we truely understand the shadow. I think there are many questions to be asked of it and to maybe ask it. Even in my gaming state I sometimes refer to myself as Lord of Shadow, maybe I am closer to it than I thought before. Sometimes I feel I am bound to the shadow. Beyond that of our physical world.

On Thursday I went down to see the Hatzerim Air Force Museum to see what was down there. It was like walking through the Israeli Air Force trophy yard. Each plaque said things like, this was captured, this was shot down, this was stolen from an air show in Britain.

Later that evening the Easten European was drunkish and very strange, touching me up like a queer and trying to hug me. It was so annoying I tried to get away. So I took my cup to the sink to clean. The guy was being so annoying in a sick dirty way, at the sink I decided to wash him.  I took the sponge and washed his face in a joking form. Well that kind of backfired and he decided to grapple and chock me. I look at my options quickly around me, I saw my cup to smash on his head, saw a knife I could of easily used to kill him. But I realised I had such control over myself even know I was sort of being locked down.

Luckily at the time one of the people who is in charge walked in so the Eastern decided to release me and slap me. Well it showed me a few things, he is one strange soul when drunk. Has a death-wish problem and really has no idea what I am truly capable of, along with a lack of respect.

He quickly apologised with a hand shake, but afterwards came up outside my door to confront me again. Wanting me to slap him, to be even for the slap he gave me. I refused to do it. There is no honour in that, nor is there equality.

I guess people these days when brought up are no longer learning to respect each other, respect ones own family. This also tells me there is an underlining problem in this little community of ours here.  For one it makes me want to leave.  I am clearly of a different age, learn a different way of life.

Life is a trial as such, for I felt I passed that pathetic test, if it was a test. I felt great afterwards in a way. But I am still feeling sick of this place. Alas there is no place like home!!

I know one has to study and learn, make friends, chat talk on a kibbutz, but the lack of things in the evening is a joke. You can call it paradise, I think I would call it a parody. There seems to be a lack of fun at times, some people are far to serious. Others are just messy and messed up.

When one wants to get up in the morning should it be at 4:30 or 6:30. I would choose the later! My roommate tries to act mature but in truth he is just a lost soul heading down the wrong path. Can his soul be saved? I would say no at current, you can’t save a soul that is bound to the road, who walks and walks and walks! Yes he walks every day, the wrong form of exercise and the wrong way to meditate.

The other fellow of whom was my former roommate has been saved. An act of the divine and you think it was god? I know so it was me, at times I take people to path’s they don’t know they are going.

So I look back and see, why I am here, not for the study so much, but in essence, it’s just for those few special ones, the souls of existence to be saved from the fate that could of been. Now paths are heading in the right direction, not all can be saved, but those that are, are sure to survive the wrath of the coming feeders.  ( feeders are for another day)

As for me, my path is still going, but I have things to do which had to wait, time to change that when I get back to England. Things are ready to be revealed and in time. The people will understand what it truly means to be human.

Finally I was shown where the bar was on the kibbutz, it had hardly anyone in it and one pool table where there could of been two. Not only that, the pool table was one hell of a cheap one! I got myself a beer talked to the few people there, beat everyone at pool and sadly left at 2am back to bed.

The bar was kind of hidden away, I guess because it was suppose to be away from the residency of the kibbutz. I guess that is to keep the noise level away. Not like there was anyone to dance in there. There couldn’t of been more than 25 or 30 people, which is nothing for a bar of that size.

There wasn’t much for the guy in charge of running the bar to do, so he challenged me to a game of pool because someone told him I was good. I beat him and he then told me I was the first person to beat him on this kibbutz! I find that hard to believe and the bar has been there for two years.