Firas, Mufasa's cousin was waiting for us. He took one look at us, he said, and I knew you were the Mexicans. Our drive to Tel Aviv was uneventful. Firas pointed out some sites on the way. Jericho, Jerusalem, Bedouin people (desert people), Palestinian territory, marked by barb wire and checkpoints.
Jericho in the distance, oldest city in the world.
The people and the tour guides love to brag that this city has been continually populated for over 10,000 years.
Bedouin camp
Palestinian territory, see the fence and barbed wire. Not safe to go without guides.
We get to Tel Aviv and Firas' GPS was not charged. So we found our apt the old school way, using a map, can you believe they still print those things? It took us a little while, nobody remembered how to use one, but we found it. Nobody around. We tried calling but our intl. phone didn't work, I GOT TOOK ON THAT ONE! Firas called and no answer. So we decided to go to the David Intercontinental Hotel and keep trying. This is where the bros. that got the tours with the travel agency are staying, 5 stars, really nice.
Firas drops us off, we get his info and he leaves. By now it's 1:30pm and we're starving. We eat lunch and the waiting game begins. What to do? I went to the apt. walking, around a 10 minute walk from the hotel. Again nobody there. When I get back to the David, Leti found out we could buy a calling card close by so we could try to call. Before buying the card I tried using my phone and sure enough the agency answered. We met the rep at the apt. and finally got settled in.
We were so exhausted, we decided to take a nap then go to the market and get some groceries. We woke up at 11pm. Story of my life, remember Acapulco anyone? Anyone know where Pablo and Mom is at?
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