in transit(ion). and kittens.
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Was reading part of yesterday's Jerusalem Post over this morning's breakfast (cucumber slices, slices of an oily pink fish, tuna salad, egg salad, sour cream with chunks of pickle in it, corn flakes, coffee, and orange juice). This passage by Liat Collins jumped out at me:
Now off to catch a bus to Eilat. I'm more than a bit apprehensive, as the hotel I reserved through a tour company (not my usual m.o., but I didn't feel confident enough to arrange visiting Petra on my own) recently received some bad reviews. On the other hand, it's comparatively inexpensive (85 USD per night), my attempts to speak Hebrew aren't hurting, and if the weather's good, I'll be spending most of my time outside anyhow. So we'll see.
In the meantime, Israeli cats continue to impress me as Pretty Damn Loud. And in the case of this young'un at Hebrew University (Givrat Ram), not even remotely shy:
(The blue polka dots in the lower right-hand corner = my dress. What the picture doesn't capture is that the cat was nuzzling right up against it the previous moment without any encouragement from me whatsoever: "So you're going to sit on the bench I was under? My Glare of Death doesn't work on you? Well! You're going to have to put up with me, then! Take that!")
There was also a wee kitten in Nachlaot intent on demanding its due:
The day before, I cut through a jammed-up parking lot near Herod's Gate. It was so bad even some of the locals had headed for cover:
And earlier, on my way to the shouq, I had spotted possibly the most chilled-out cat in the corridors of the Old City:
The only Israeli in the group, I was perhaps best placed to appreciate what it's like living with the threat of 1,300 missiles directed at your population. It was easy, too, to sympathize with the Taiwanese yearning for international recognition. It was disturbing to consider what happens when major allies switch allegiances and go for the bigger market. Taiwan, for example, held China's seat at the UN until 1971. Now, it is not represented in the body.
It was also refreshing to find a country not only devoid of anti-Semitism but actually eager to identify with the Jewish state, both culturally and politically.
Now off to catch a bus to Eilat. I'm more than a bit apprehensive, as the hotel I reserved through a tour company (not my usual m.o., but I didn't feel confident enough to arrange visiting Petra on my own) recently received some bad reviews. On the other hand, it's comparatively inexpensive (85 USD per night), my attempts to speak Hebrew aren't hurting, and if the weather's good, I'll be spending most of my time outside anyhow. So we'll see.
In the meantime, Israeli cats continue to impress me as Pretty Damn Loud. And in the case of this young'un at Hebrew University (Givrat Ram), not even remotely shy:
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| From Israel 2009 - set 3 |
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| From Israel 2009 - set 3 |
(The blue polka dots in the lower right-hand corner = my dress. What the picture doesn't capture is that the cat was nuzzling right up against it the previous moment without any encouragement from me whatsoever: "So you're going to sit on the bench I was under? My Glare of Death doesn't work on you? Well! You're going to have to put up with me, then! Take that!")
There was also a wee kitten in Nachlaot intent on demanding its due:
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| From Israel 2009 - set 3 |
The day before, I cut through a jammed-up parking lot near Herod's Gate. It was so bad even some of the locals had headed for cover:
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| From Israel 2009 - set 2 |
And earlier, on my way to the shouq, I had spotted possibly the most chilled-out cat in the corridors of the Old City:
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| From Israel 2009 - set 2 |
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