Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Israel/Jordan Day 12: Exploring the (top of the) Ramon Crater

I was looking forward to today, a chance to get back on a bike, if it was only a fairly crappy mountain bike.  Eric had sourced a nearby rental place and we were given a map that showed various options.  It was fun to get out, and Eric hung on just fine. 




The crater really offers spectacular views.   After the ride, we had a great shawarma for lunch (of course!) and some ass-cream for dessert! Lol

Eric booked us in for a presentation at the Ramon Crater Visitor Center which featured an experience combining the life story of the first Israeli astronaut, Col. Ilan Ramon (who died in the Columbia space shuttle disaster) and the unique geographical phenomenon of the crater itself.  After a short film, the curtains opened up to this spectacular view...  


We spent the afternoon hiking along the crater edge spotting some Nubian mountain goats chilling out in whatever shady patch they could find.



Our hotel, the Ramon Inn by Isrotel was pretty decent... it really felt like a family hotel, as it was getting close to the Passover holiday.  As usual, the dinners at these types of hotels (there wasn't much in the town itself) was an excellent buffet, so we eat with the mantra of "this is not a buffet... this is not a buffet...".



Monday, April 11, 2022

Israel/Jordan Day 11: Transfer to Mitzpe Ramon via the Dead Sea

Monday, Eric had a great transfer day planned.  Beth and I were up early again as we couldn't resist another taste of the market and watching the people of Jerusalem.  So amazing.



A smiling Eric was waiting for us as we came out of the hotel, and we were off.  Our route for the day was to head East to the Jordan border, south along the dead sea, then back inland with our final destination of Mitzpe Ramon.  

Beth had a great nana-like shot of a camel on the way...


Eric delivered on the "activity" request again, with a short loop (never an out and back... never) hike in another one of the excellent National Parks called Ein Gedi (Ein Gedi means "spring of the kid" - it's an oasis and nature reserve that was listed as one of the most popular nature sites in Israel with about one million visitors a year).


The hike was nice - taking advantage of a little sun cover in the valley that opens up on the dead sea side.  It doesn't take much water to make greenery sprout out all over the place.

Water bottles refilled, we got back in the car for the short drive to Masada.  Masada  is a huge tourist side and a very important pilgrimage site for Jews.  who would build a huge fortified fortress on top of a mountain?.... hmmm... Herod?  Bingo.  Herod the Great built two palaces for himself on the mountain and fortified Masada between 37 and 31 BCE.

The short video at the start explained the significance of the site, and Eric would later colour that in a bit.


Rather than do the sunrise climb that's popular with pilgrims, we elected to take the comfy, scenic gondola to the top.  By the way, this was another spot we were super happy that tourism was not booming - this place could definitely be crowded and hot with another ten or twenty thousand bottles.

The story with Masada is that a thousand Jewish "rebels" (as defined by the Roman's), retreated and holed up in the fortress at the end of the first Jewish-Roman War from 73 to 74AD.  The Roman's encircled and besieged the fortress, with little success until they were able to build a huge siege engine.  The story goes that when they finally broke in, Jews had planned a mass suicide rather than admit defeat.  It's a story that many Jews find representative of the struggle they face and the notion of never giving up.  Apparently the  truth of the story according to archaeological evidence is "ambiguous at best and rejected entirely by some scholars". 

We drove towards our lunch and swim destination on the dead sea, passing the sad sign of resorts that were built at the edge of the water, only to be left high and dry by the receding shoreline caused by water drying up.  It's a bit of an ecological disaster with many crazy fixes proposed by the Israeli government (including sucking water from the Med to fill it up again).  It's a little depressing.


However.... (lol?) we did enjoy our swim (float?) in the super salty dead sea at Ein Bokek Beach - a huge complex built on the waterfront (for now) provided a nice break for lunch after the water. 

A woman was nice enough to donate some spare mud (who knew that it was B.Y.O.M) so we lathered up and just.... floated.



After getting out, any slight abrasion or cut any of us had immediately began stinging, and we all felt pretty bloated.  Weird.  Anyway, off to an amazing lunch to feel even more bloated!



Surprisingly, not everyone slept on the dessert drive into the heart of the South of Israel (myself and Eric, for example).  We had one small detour on the way to our final destination... the final resting place for Israel's first prime minister, David Ben-Gurion.  Ben-Gurion was always fascinated with the dessert, and when he retired from politics, he wanted to come live on a kibbutz near here.  The kibbutz didn't want to let him stay there as they thought it would just bring unwarranted attention, but when they found out he actually wanted to live and work on the kibbutz, they let him.

Be-Gurion was a big believer in the ability to harness the dessert and transform it into a place of life, instead of death.  The graves of David and Paula Ben-Gurion overlook a breathtaking view of the Tsin canyon and the Avdat highlands in the heart of the Negev dessert. The path from the parking lot to the grave site goes through a garden filled with local plants that can thrive in the dry climate and salty conditions of the local soil.


In the late afternoon, we arrived in Mitzpe Ramon - the small town on the edge of the massive Ramon Crater (we could learn more about that tomorrow!).  Eric took us on a short hike along the crater's edge as a teaser, then brought us over to our hotel.  More adventures tomorrow...



Sunday, April 10, 2022

Israel/Jordan Day 10: Temple mount and day "off"

Sunday... our day "off", but we discovered we missed Eric the moment we emerged from the hotel and didn't see him leaning on his car with his Yankees hat and smiley demeanor.  Still, we knew the drill... let's walk!

It was our day to explore the old city on our own, and in order to save time (temple mount was only open to non-muslims today from 8am to 11am), we took a Gett to the dung gate (to remember, money rolls up hill, shit rolls down hill... the dung gate was closest to the Western Wall and the lowest elevation gate), and after a brief scrutiny by Israeli security, we took the tourist ramp over and through the Western wall and into the grounds of Temple mount.

The walled area within the wall of Old Jerusalem featured the third holiest site for Muslims.  The great builder, Herod, was once again the guy mainly responsible for making this huge platform out of a very hilly area.  

We were essentially alone on the Mount, and it was a very chill moment taking in the beautiful mosque at our leisure.  Credit to Alex for finding the glow spot to take this pic...



Outside one of the many exits from Temple Mount (you can exit any of the Muslim exits, you just can't enter), we grabbed a table so Kim could grab some food.  We watched with amusement as a "tour guide" who asked anyone he could see (several times) if they wanted guided tours of the city, repeatedly sneak a handful of candy from a vendor beside us.  The vendor got wise, and instead of yelling at the guy (the assumed response in most places in the world), he simply covered up his candy with a plastic sheet until the guide wannabe took the hint and left.  

We wound around the Muslim quarter, through the Jewish quarter and up to the Jaffa gate where we got tickets for the rampart walk.  There are actually two separate wall walks, but this one was apparently better and took in the North, East and South sides of the old city.  For the next hour we walked up, down and around the top of the border wall, seeing a different view of the Old City.  It reminded my of the Dubrovnik wall walk - we saw tennis courts, schools, small churches, houses built on top of houses, lots of garbage and even a collection of old, discarded, huge Christmas ornaments.

The end of the walk took us back to the Muslim quarter, so we took more meandering ways through the market areas of both quarters, shopping, until we found the bagel spot from Friday and stopped for lunch. 

We sure got our steps in today.  By the time we left on foot through the Jaffa gate, we were ready for a tram to take us up to the market by our hotel.  Despite getting tickets, the whole system soon shut down (we think someone left a small shopping package at a station ahead of us - the sudden onrush of police and specialty vehicles was pretty impressive.  More steps - we walked back towards "home".

When we got to the market, it was alive as it had been when we were first introduced to it back on Thursday afternoon.  

After a siesta, Beth and I went out wandering back to the market for some people watching.  We found a small crowd gathered around two guys with a guitar and what I think after googling was a "chordaphone".  A really cool sound - Beth and I watched for 20 minutes.


We met up with the Ver-slu-ee (that's how Beth's brother Brian calls the Versly!) and went to the market for a drink to kill time before dinner...


Our appetites were ready, so we headed to the nearby Crave Burger for dinner.  It was fantastic - ground steak gourmet burgers.  We sat next to a couple that looked like they were on a date night - we chatted them up and learned that they had five kids and came there every Sunday for dinner.  They were quite conservative, even ending off the meal by reading a written prayer.  I think I would too facing five kids back at home.

The waitress was also really chatty.  We can't get over how approachable and friendly everyone is in Israel.  






Saturday, April 9, 2022

Israel/Jordan Day 9: Shabbat in the Capital

Saturday in Jerusalem - the streets were very quiet, continuing from the start of Shabbat last night.  Beth and I walked around early to people watch.

Eric picked us up and drove us to a Yemeni coffee shop that he knew was open.  In an amazing Judaism workaround (you can't cook or use electronic things like lights, appliances and a POS machine for taking payments), this enterprising place had food prepared from yesterday and took Alex's number down to send him payment information at the end of shabbat - there is always a way.  

Our destination was the Israel Museum, but on the way, we stopped at the Knesset (the national assembly/parliament building).  Outside the gate was a huge, bronze menorah that hid all kinds of symbology and historical events carved into the seven pronged candle holder.t

The Knesset Menorah (Hebrew: מנורת הכנסת Menorat HaKnesset) is a bronze Menorah 4.30 meters high, 3.5 meters wide, and weighs 4 tons. It is located at the edge of Wohl Rose Park  opposite the Knesset. It was designed by Benno Elkan (1877–1960), a Jewish sculptor who escaped from his native Germany to Britain. It was presented to the Knesset as a gift from the Parliament of the United Kingdom on April 15, 1956 in honour of the eighth anniversary of Israeli independence.

Facing the Knesset, Eric gave us the crib notes of how politics works in Israel - very much of a forced coalition situation right now as the 100 seats are controlled by a large number of parties.  It's an interesting take on proportional representation, as the people that go to the Knesset (seats) are sent based on a internal rank of their party and how many seats the party one.  You aren't choosing a local representative, you're voting for a party and they are deciding by rank, who gets in the Knesset and who doesn't.  There is no geographical representation.  I guess that works for a small country, but the way Eric described it, they are as gridlocked as many modern democracies are these days.  

This led to a discussion on the Palestinian situation.  Israel is a pretty confusing country as you can probably tell from previous day's musings, but in terms of movement and who can go where, see if you can follow this....

In the picture below, the entire area inside the green (Areas A, B and C) is the part of Palestine that Israel took over in the 6-day war in 1967.  Called the West Bank (counterintuitive to us, but it refers to the west bank of the Jordan River that separates Jordan and Israel).  Same goes for the Gaza strip - a heavily Palestinian area also taken in the same war.

So, everything after this, is still in dispute, but it's also at a "status-quo" for the most part.....  So area C (the white area), that is run by Israel, looks and feels like Israel - there's no border or checkpoint and any Israeli can move freely anywhere as if it was part of Israel.  All Israeli settlements are in Area C - usually small or medium towns built around a hilltop.

Area B (the yellow area) falls under Palestinian civil control (health, education and the economy) and has joint Israeli-Palestinian security control.  It contains 440 Palestinian villages and but no Israeli settlements.  Area A are the higher density areas in the Palestinian territories including the cities of (Nablus, Jenin, Tulkarem, Qalqilya, Ramallah, Bethlehem, Jericho and 80 percent of Hebron).  

Area A is basically walled off, has security checkpoints going in and out, and is forbidden for Israeli citizens to enter.  Of course, Israeli military retains the right to enter any area at any time, typically to raid homes or detain individuals in the name of security.


Now, we were getting everything from Eric, which actually seemed factual from both sides of the situation, but obviously prejudiced from his side in certain matters.  But we also looked at facts to validate things he was saying... one today stood out.  The Palestinian Authority has an official policy of a 
martyr fund, essentially rewarding violence against jews... that's a tough one to get behind.  On the flip side, area C, which contains 99% of the natural resources of the Palestinian area remains out of reach of development by Palestinians as Israeli's won't let them build anything on that land.  I found an essay from 2014 and a identical UN one from 2019 that essentially says, without access to area C, the Palestinian economy will remain stagnant (making martyr payments for poor people pretty attractive I guess).

It's pretty confusing, but now that I research it and reflect on what Eric was saying it's much clearer to me.  Anywho....

Eric did a great job with the Israel Museum.  We were there to cover two things.  The first one was the incredible large scale model of Old Jerusalem in the time of the second temple (built by, who else, King Herod).  Having toured the city the day before, it was a great way to see how the old city had changed.  The model was originally built at a nearby hotel, but when the owner passed away, he gifted it to the museum.  Very cool

On the way in to the museum, Eric had pointed us to what looked like a stuppa you'd see in Nepal (this isn't my picture, lol)....


So as we descended underground in the museum, he started telling us the story of the dead sea scrolls... old (2,000 years!) Hebrew texts and snippets from their bible that were found in the early 1950's preserved in clay pots in the mountains overlooking the dead sea.  The white structure that we saw, was the top of the clay jar, and we were entering the underside where the scrolls were displayed (also not my picture)...


It was mid-morning, and after the museum we hopped in the car and drove out to another one of King Herod's amazing constructions.  Herodium national park, just to the South side of Jerusalem, was another epic achievement - this time building on top of (and raising) a small mountain.  His designers really knew what they were doing with water management, as the place was covered with cisterns for trapping water.  A lot of the original plaster and some of the paint was still visible.  There was another short movie there that also helped us envision what is once was.  

We wanted a taste of the restricted area of the West Bank, so the one that made the most sense was Bethlehem.  Eric brought us to a friend he knows that owns a tourist restaurant in an old orthodox church, so we chowed down while listening to Eric's plan for us.  Eric, as an Israeli, is not allowed inside Area A, so a Palestinian contact he knows, George, would take us in. Eric warned us in advance that the first stop would be a wood carving factory as that is how George makes money, and we were fine with that.  Actually, put us at a shawarma/meze food buffet and we'd pretty much agree to anything... "yeah, yeah, whatever, can you pass the hummus?"

George was a nice guy, and we chatted as we hopped in his smaller vehicle and drove us through the secrurity checkpoint into Bethlehem without delay.  George was well travelled (he liked Greece!) and was not very religious.  He relied on tourism, so like so many, had struggle quite a bit over the last 18 months.  Usually, Bethlehem was a huge attraction for Christian reli-tourists (like a religious eco-tourist?) - we were sure glad that wasn't the case today, as we probably would have gone to Jericho or another PA city.   

The wood factory place was run by a Christian family.  I know that because during his droning tour he must have mentioned the word "Christian", I'm not kidding, 75 times!  Dude, yes, you're very non-threatening... but we're not really Christians!  Anyway, the shop above the "carving area" was chock full of mostly cheesy religious crap... not our cup of chai.

We were led to a mini-van and joined by a young woman that was to give us a tour of the Church of the Nativity, the so caled Birth of Jesus church.  The guide was actually the best thing... she was young and super positive and knowledgeable, so we began to pepper her with questions.  She was part of the Christian minority in Bethlehem, and she said a cute statement that really told us a lot about where they are in terms of women's rights and how far they have (or haven't) come culturally, in relation to Israel...


"My father did not want me to go in to tourism.  'That's a man's business, and you'll never be successful!', but he went away to Jordan for work for a year an a half, so I enrolled in tourism at University and... LOOK AT ME NOW" she exclaimed.  So awesome.  I asked how her Dad thinks of her profession now and she said "He tells everyone he can about me and how well I'm doing".  So awesome.

The Church where Jesus was "born" was actually a couple of churches melded together, with the same kind of competitive vibe between the various sects of Christianity that we saw in the old city yesterday.  When the Greek Orthodox guys had their turn at "making the rounds" with their holy smoke, they practically barreled into tourists scooting out of their way.  

I think if this was a normal volume of tourists, we would have no business coming to the church.  Apparently you can line up for up to two or three hours before getting into the little grotto under the front section of the church to touch some kind of star in the ground where blah blah blah... I'm chuckling, but I just don't care about that aspect of religion.

The drive out was fascinating.  The security lines were long at the entry point we used, so George took us to a different out.  Bethlehem, like most settlements in this part of Palestinian territory are built on a hilltop, so the elevation of the city was pretty crazy at points.  The graffiti on the security barrier walls was cool, but a little sad.  For so many different reasons, the people of Palestine are not doing as well as the people of Israel.

We left Bethlehem and George returned us to Eric.  We meandered back into a very quiet city..... the sun was not down yet and shabbat went on.

At the break of shabbat, Jerusalem slowly started to coming alive.  We found an outdoor table at a pub-like place on the pedestrian mall streets next to Jaffa, and were entertained by our Harry Potter loving waitress.  It was weird suddenly seeing the streets teeming with people and vehicles, and businesses opening up.  We reflected on when Sundays were still closed down at home when we were growing up, and how alien that seemed to us.  Still, more and more, I'm learning that Judaism (at least the non-super-orthodox type!) is really a playbook for how to live a good life - spend time with family and no technology for a day a week?  That sounds pretty good!