Louis the Scooterer’s last ride

By Jeffrey the Barak

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Louis the Scooterer 1935-2009

Since 2004, Louis the Scooterer, Louis Scop, has contributed to the-vu, and his readers number in the thousands. Sadly, I have just learned from his daughter that Lou passed away on July 26th 2009, and was buried in the Netanya cemetery, Israel, on 31st July.

Lou’s last input was a comment on June 15th, and his last email to me was on June 26th, in which he mentioned he had not been feeling good for several weeks, but would soon be writing another chapter. Some followers of Lou will no doubt learn of his passing with these words. I will be reading his writings again in order to celebrate his life, but of course he did more than he wrote about, and for a lot longer.

Scooterer Stories part seventeen, Tiberias, Rama and a Druze Wedding.

By Louis the Scooterer

Readers, a reminder. These “travel chapters” are written in a manner that could describe me and 3 passengers in a rented car, OR show me on my scooter, and a couple of other scooter riders scooting with me. Your imagination is tested. (I must also mention that many thousands of my great pictures were deleted in error, by a technician while servicing my computer, a serious great loss to me.

We’ve arrived and settled in to our accommodation at Poriya Hostel http://www.iyha.org.il/eng/Index.asp?CategoryID=64&ArticleID=46 spectacular views over Sea of Galilee, and lovely and peaceful, especially in the wooden cabins.
Also other rooms with great views, and even some cheap small rooms with a small window, but the same facilities to make visitors comfortable. Here we do not need to go looking for the sunrise, many places have been built have benches and chairs to watch.

Breakfast is one later than other hostels and we pack our stuff into the car. Then take a walk to end of the hostel grounds and a short hike on the Switzerland forest, passing cows and other animals grazing. Look to see some of the memorials, and viewsites, and take pictures.

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A little later, I will pick you up in the car and we take a drive up to the neighbourhood of Poriya, seeing views of the Kinerret on the one side, and the valleys on the other side. The Switzerland forest is designed for families to enjoy picnics, and tables and benches are laid on with enough parking under the trees and no parking at all on the narrow road.

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Digressing for a few minutes.

THE FIRST time I came to this area through Tiberias Illit (upper Tiberias) (http://www.israelimages.com/see_image_details.php?idi=10238 ) I was on my scooter, and the road construction was well under way. It seemed there was no supervision, and quickly I was in this muddy quagmire, withno signs anywhere that work was in progress and also no person visible. From a distance this mess looked like gravel road, but when on, I realised it was muddy mess and difficult to manouvre, but lucky my scooter had thick “offroad tyres”, and I was able to stay on, skidding uncomfortably. Lucky for me a truck trundled past slowly and I was able to ride in those tyre tracks the last couple of hundred meters to the end.

On a later trip, all the roads were finished with excellent sidewalks, parking bays and paving and benches and trees and flowers. This became a beautiful Boulevard as it is now, and has many lovely lanes joining the lower and higher roads. All roads in these neighbourhoods are built on terraces with sidewalks and viewsites, and I even found a tiny pizza place. Alumot Junction, is close to where my favourite filling station and coffeeshop and giftshop was, under a previous owner. A quick visit into Alumot Kibbutz and recieved some brochures about bed and breakfast accommodation . A climb to top of the spiral steps tower, is a must, and has spectacular views.

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On my first visit in this area, I came upon in the middle of nowhere, a giant car dealership, with many exotic cars and all types of jeeps and minibuses for sale. and beautiful coffeeshop attached to filling-station

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After some driving around we get to the bottom sea level road, and another short drive into Kibbuts Kinerret, for a quick visit to the “dates and honey shop” on the kibbuts. Here we buy some real sweet stuff and move on. There are a couple of important museums in kibbuts Kinerret, to see another time, perhaps.

On the sea road towards Tiberias, we pass luxury hotels on both sides, and beaches and restaurants on the lake Kinneret. Here we can enjoy a quick snack overlooking at the sea. Carrying on and we pass some tombs of important Rabbis, also an ancient cemetery, and the current cemetery as well. A point-of-interest here is, there is a shooting range tucked into a corner of the hill, next to Rabbi’s tombs.

We’ll take a side road through industrial area to leave the city Tiberias, and head for a short scenic drive, to see a couple of magnificent viewsites from Mt. Arbel. Take some pics and get back on the road, now #77 heading west. After a few kilometers drive we find ‘South Africa Forest’ and we’ll make some time to plant a few trees.

An important army museum is close by, and we will visit this Golani Brigade. Next to that, we will take coffee and a hamburger at the busy hamburger joint. Then hit the road at Golani junction #65.

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There are many and varied small places, all with many interesting stories, but, we will head through Rama and on to Pekiin.

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We arrive at the beautiful friendly Pekiin Hostel, and met by the manager. Our plan is to stay over for at least 2 nites.

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A good short drive around this fascinating ancient place, as well as much walking through and around, we’ll have dinner at restaurant at the ancient square at the well in centre of Pekiin and then a good nite sleep.

I must tell you about RAMA, a little story I wrote a few years earlier.

The Druze Wedding at Rama.

On one beautiful day with nothing special planned, on scooter. I was riding to PEKIIN, (from Rd 85,) and the narrow winding-mountain road up to RAMA was heavy with traffic of all-sorts of vehicles, which had come to a stand-still. Compact, Cab Driver, Bus, Low Rider, Road Trip, so, I overtook a couple of hundred vehicles until I was in the front, and seeing this long line of men, in single-file Rave Rave Rave Rave Rave Rave doing a dance to loud music and singing, with music from big speakers mounted on a jeep ?, and being guided by a man with a loud-hailer.

I also noticed many vehicles just standing and waiting to go down. I asked a young woman standing next to the front car, what did she think this ceremony is? and she thought it could be a wedding. That was immediately confirmed a few seconds later, when we both saw the bride walking a few meters behind the dancing men. So, the men danced or marched to the music, a few steps forward, then turn to their left, then right-turn and holding the shoulder of the man in front, and again a few steps forward, and one-by-one these men turned into a narrow lane leading to a large building that was out of our view.

Behind the last dancing manRave came the Bride, in white, and her attendants, and all the women and children attending: Son & Mother, 9 To 5, Daughter & Mother, Mom And Baby, followed the men down the narrow lane. A lot of people attending, so the procedure took a lot of Alarm Clock minutes, then back-to-normal.

I was the first vehicle to go, and I rode many kilometers on the winding mountain road, before the first car came up behind me. Someone was directing the hundreds of vehicles, allowing a few up, then a few down. One of these cars flagged me to stop, and the young woman I spoke to, and her father, told me what they knew about the wedding ceremony. We swopped phone numbers and carried on our journeys.

A short while later, when I arrived at the Youth Hostel in Pekiin, I related to the young man at reception what I had seen, and he told me I had seen a “RARE EVENT” the “traditional” DRUZE wedding procession, dancing and music, TO the “marriage-ceremony”, and although he lives in Pekiin, he had seen that procession ONLY once. He also gave me much other information about many interesting places, and he took me in his car for a guided tour. A FEW more visits are in planning. Find PEKIIN on the Internet. A most amazing place to visit.

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You can’t keep me away from MyPoP

By Louis the Scooterer

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You can’t keep me away from MyPoP, coz I wont allow a beautiful place..on the beach, to just go away..even if some smokers spoils it.

Only in reality I havent been able to go for a couple of weeks as I had a tiny fall-off from my scooter and have been stuck indoors for quite a few days..the scooter is unscratched ..but I grazed my knee which is real painful, and I guess I will need to do little walking until that smaller than 2inch diameter scrape heals somewhat. I even cancelled my free birthday breakfast at MyPoP..will have to wait another year.

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There are times when smokers are minimal and the wind in my favour as was the other day..a beaut of a day the beginning of summer type day..lots of people on the beach.. which is always kept clean and lots of people in the open air restaurant.. already quite a few bikini clad bodies looking for the sun..

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and the service from pretty waitresses remains good so I was able to sit n stare at the Med Sea.. and think back a bit… about earlier days as well.. when I was a young fellow in Johannesburg..

A specific series of thoughts came into my mind about some of the buildings in the “downtown Jhb” where I had visited many entertainment venues as well as having done glass replacements and fitted mirrors in many of the buildings..and some of these places had discos and lounges and had parties every night for unattached people looking for company..and some of these places also in popular Hillbrow and Berea adjoining downtown Jhb on north side… were magic..great views from some of the balconies..

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you saw down the main street at the traffic and everyone coming or going was in my vision… many great hours and many great meals and coffee and cake as well..Benny often played the piano in lounge of popular Cafe Zurich.

The spotlessly clean General Hospital was a few corners away in most beautifully kept gardens.

Recently I was sent pictures of what some of these building look like now..depressing the way things turned out and so many buildings turned into squatter camps ??

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so I wont dwell on that, while surely is lovely to watch the waves and the sea in front of me.

I remembered having owned beautiful cars and some were convertibles,< flavia1xxjpg >< paris4667jpg > and in mid 1950′s and 1960′s I could park my convertible anyplace, as well as my scooter and I knew it would not be interfered with…even parked my convertible one evening outside the City Hall in Johannesburg, and went to watch a concert..and the traffic officer in charge said he would keep an eye on it.. turned out to be Gerhardt who was in the citizen-force with me (several years earlier)..and I never recognised him with his new full thick mustache and his smart uniform.

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Unfortunately that easy going lifestyle changed over the years and currently I wouldn’t attempt to own any smart looking car..even the drab looking cars have a short life in Johburg.. as for the radio thieves..they are everywhere. Always plenty to write about those “olden days”..

The bus to town was one corner up from where I lived..and the tram to town was 2 corners down the road. After starting to work at an early age..”taken from school” by an uncle who gave me a good job in a timber yard / hardware store business, and after a short while I bought a bicycle and cycled to work..didnt matter if it was raining..my best route was on flat roads and was a pleasant 20 minute ride.
Never was a great deal of traffic and every ride was okay..until the day a guy in his Jeep station wagon, rode into me from the back..virtually destroying the bike..lucky I was not really hurt..he apologised and loaded the bike into his jeep and took it to the local bicycle shop close to where I worked, and he told the man to repair it..and he promptly vanished..

At the end of the second day the bike guy called me and said the frame is too badly damaged and not worth repairing and I should get a new bicycle ..but the guy with the jeep refused to pay…anything.

SO, a few days later, my father..a not big guy, and one of his poker playing friends ..a not small guy..paid the Jeep guy a quick visit.. and the jeep guy paid the full amount for the new bike which even had a few gears..but I knew that my “cycling to work” days were almost over..so back to the tram to go to work and back to the bus to come home…

until the day I walked past the used car dealer that recently opened a few blocks “up the road” and saw that re-built 2 seater car on an MG chassis, which after a short while became mine…and funny enough even a whole bunch of new girls became my passenger..suddenly I was a lot more popular than before ??..and memories came flooding back.. and all the waitresses of today, are exactly like the girls of those way back times…

so right now i sit and patiently wait for the scrape to heal.. so I can get-going again.

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Scooterer Stories, Part Sixteen – Around the Sea of Galilee

“Round and around the Sea of Galilee we go”!

Good morning all. Don’t leave anything behind. We ain’t comin’ back to Kare Deshe.

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Route decided… lets go.. early start..have packed breakfast..lets go watch sunrise from Syrian plateau ?? On the way I will let you walk for a few minutes on the newly made pavement, passed the pink Greek Church

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and I’ll pick you up at Capernaum gate

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Gamla will not be open so early but from a high view we watch the sunrise in the east.. and in the west we see the colors sunrays on the cliffs inside . Gamla, and if we are lucky we may see some eagles flying..

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We will make a quick visit to a special friend at his home on a moshav..I’ll tell you a little about that.

Way back on one of my first trips staying at KD I heard about a “mountain-bike event”, and tried to get some info.. I didn’t manage to get any start-times, routes, finish line and places the bikes would be at. By chance the next morning, on my very early morning scoot, looking for sunrise I saw a small bright green cardboard sign on a pole with a sketch of a bicycle ..that sign slightly reopened my interest in the event.

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I learned the event begins and ends at a venue ON one of many beaches on west side at Kinerret..so I followed the sign and soon found a man with a van with a trailer-full of mountain bikes that he rents on the beaches…he was not connected to any event, but did point me to where he thought the cyclists would be.

After some time n scootin’ around and asking several people I still could not get proper information, so I decided I will simply ride around and maybe by fluke I would get to see some of the bikes.

WHAT a weird coincidence ..as I scooted slowly, on the main road, I noticed on my right, several bikes heading down the track and close to me at the side of the road ..behind a fence, they were waiting permission to “cross the road”…

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and I noticed a man had stopped the traffic to let the cyclists get to the other side. Not a busy road at that time, so I pulled up next to this fellow and asked him “is this the mountainbike event”? ..he looked at me on my scooter, and his reply was “I know you” !…

what ! you know me ? huh !

We spoke a while and he told me where the event ends with a ride on the water edge

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to a beach..some kms. down the road..there was no problem, and I was allowed to follow the cycles, exept there were some big water pipes and concrete drains that I could not cross..easy for the cyclists

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..they simply lifted their bike and walked across the pipe. My scooter couldnt get across these pipes so I began the ride back to the road (about 15 minutes) then back to find the end of the event ??..but there are several beaches, and at each beach there were some mountain-bike happenings with barbeques and picnics, and many people, and I could not find him.

A relative of Albert’s, (known to me) had told him casually some years earlier that “one day” Lou will relocate to Israel..and who knows..maybe we will meet.

Another mutual friend visited Albert once and I would say everyone forgot about ..until he stopped me to allow the cycles to cross the road. A couple of his teenage sons were riding bikes and Albert’s job was to see they cross the road safely.

Albert had also seen a picture of me on my scooter in an insert magazine (more than a year earlier).. that is in every Friday Jerusalem Post..and he kept the article which included my fone number.

Eventually we connected and I visited at his home on Givat Yoav..a lovely moshav dealing mainly in dairy, and also has entertainment for visitors

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and his taking me around to every interesting spot on the moshav with full explanations.. and nearby places as well.

I have visited several times with scooter, and in rain season in rented car..and when Albert has reason to be in Netanya..we meet..and always talk about that incredible meeting.

So now we have to leave after our quickvisit and head on beautiful scenic road towards the Kinerret, where many places on the beach entice us. Some are simple beaches with trees and benches and tables where people will always be picnicking..and also luxury Kibbutz Hotels that draw visitors from everywhere in the world.

We will take a short walk along the waters edge a while at

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and take a cold drink from the kiosk. We will also drink a coffee in luxury, at HA’ON Kibbuts and walk about in the gardens..maybe we will be able to see their ostrich farm.

Then make a quick visit to the date factory/shop at Kinerret kibbuts..to buy dates and honey and other delicacies..(you remember we visited the baptism site the other day?)..this factory shop is just up the road.)

We will take a ride into Tiberias and see some ancient sites at the waterfront and see the movie about “Galilee Experience”, and take a bite at one of the restaurants  in the center of Tiberias.

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Then another quick visit, this time to Dona Gracia Hotel but only a quick walk-about coz you aleady know all about that place…(earlier chapter). We will drive past Mayouhas Youth Hostel where I have stayed a few times…no easy parking so we wont visit.

I”ll show you 3 hotel buildings that were abandoned

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and other sites as well.. and stop a while at ADI viewpoint to take pics

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We then head to Tiberias Illit (upper Tiberias) and find our way into to Switzerland Forest,

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a beautiful drive with breathtaking views

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and many lovely spots to sit around and picnic..

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( no kiosks or stalls here).. and then at south end of this drive, we will find our hostel at Poriya…for a one night stay.

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Renaming MyPop to POSSS, and recalling Banias

By Louis the Scooterer

Oh well.. I love being a quitter (like when I quit smoking !) but I hate being a “loser” as I am NOW with smokers all around.. and them winning, and by choice I need to leave a place.

Today.. this beautiful beginning-of-summer-morning..first cup of coffee at the square where the smokers were in the millions..even though there was a pleasant breeze.. I left when it became unbearable. I then scooted to coffee at Mypop which I now call POSSS (place of smelly stinking smokers)..as the other millions of smokers come there.

I get the impression that the owners / partners supply free cigarettes ? coz the place has become very popular, and remains a beautiful place. but, when many people are there, they have lost ME.. (who cares..no one gives a damn?)

Anyway this morn I even saw the owners smoking inside the restaurant !!.. thats bad news (for me), and my decision is to reduce my visits at mypop and go ONLY when they open in the morning, and when I can be the first one there.

Surely I will miss seeing the bikini beauties, and other people that I previously exchanged chats with.. but as I watched 3 newcomers sit at the next table 1 meter from me..all 3 began smoking.. then 2 others arrived and sat at another table 3 meters from me and both began smoking.. (and I refuse to take pics of smokers, any more.).. that means that the 5 newcomers were all smoking.. that means 100% newcomers were smoking ?? and while I breathed-in and swollowed their stinky smelly smells..I wondered at which place will I be happy.

I thought about my visit to such a place ..BANIAS.. and I relate here about that visit to that most beautiful place…

There are 2 main roads to the only Ski Site in Israel way up north, on top of Mount Hermon. The more popular route, takes you past the foot of Mt. Hermon where the source of Hermon Stream flows, at a mysterious place called BANIAS. I had visited Banias several times by scooter and in a rented car, and because I knew I couldn’t walk much, I usually stood at the entrance gate to this awesome place, received brochures and maps with walking routes.. and stared in wonderment what was directly in front of me.

The gigantic arched entrances into the mountain caves, waterfalls, running water, ancient workings and remnants of buildings, and knowing that much walking is required. But my old knee wouldnt allow..so I sat on the saddle or in the rentcar for a few minutes, took a picture or two, and then moved along to elsewhere. Well..this is my story about a proper visit, a couple of years later, after receiving a TKR (Total Knee Replacement). Now at this time, I am able to walk some distances, painfree (perhaps with some stiffness), and started doing what I hadn’t done for so many years.

I climbed up steps and walked on broken rocks and on beautiful grass lawns and next to the flowing waters in many areas in this incredible place, walking along the fast flowing very narrow streams and up and down rock steps and on muddy sand over little bridges through narrow tunnels. This was a new experience for a more than 70 year old scooterer..this trip was on my scooter. One of the excellent sites on internet is http://www.jafi.org.il/education/noar/sites/banias.htm. It was marvellous seeing many groups of children visiting this place, as well as many tour buses arriving with tourists from all around the world. There are also places with many tables and benches under trees for picnicking, or taking a rest.

There are several different routes to follow, and I chose what looked like the “easiest and shortest” (purple route). (Not to kid myself)..this was a long and most interesting winding route which comes upon a longtime-disused hydro-electric plant, and cellars and ancient flour mills and other buildings that need time to explore, and I walked crossed a Roman Bridge… and need to know where to make the left-turn at the correct spot…(to follow the purple arrows). I even came across a tiny kiosk run by an old Druze man, and I jumped back in time at least 100 years seeing this spot..and “chatting” with this “picturesque chap”.. and eating what he makes..a thin bread filled with goat cheese, with a cool drink, or his special blend of tea.


The streams flow non stop, and in wonderment I stand at many spots and take my hat off to those who designed these places for hikers and children and even older ones like me. I passed through underground tunnels to archaeological diggings, found plaques with English translations about what stands at a particular spot…and always found a place to sit in the shade.

Later I met with tourists from USA and another group from Nigeria. Many groups of Christians travel in buses with their church leaders and guides..and my take on that is, unfortunately the time they spent at this magic place, is far too short to really explore. I casually joined one of these groups and listened to a well informed guide telling about some of the spots where they stop..take pics..listen to a quick story..and move along.

After taking a coffee at the kiosk, and being very satisfied with my (new knee) achievement..and pleasantly tired..I chatted with tourists and staff, and listened to their stories. I then scooted along a couple of kms..down the road.. to the BANIAS FALLS.. and stood at the viewsite, and with my binoculars I could see many hikers of all ages, climbing up the pathways to eventually arrive at the Roman Bridge (where I was earlier).

I learned that at the spot where I was standing, there are 100 steps to the bottom to see the falls… and my decision was “those 100 steps down and up again” ??.will be for another time…and I waved goodbye to the couple who began the climb down.

Did I mention not to forget camera and wear comfortable walking shoes.. SO..dear reader spend a few minutes (google to Banias) and start planning your visit. Feel free to email me louisdrinkingt@013.net

Scooterer Stories, Part Fifteen – Bridges over the Jordan

By Louis the Scooterer

Okay early up, sunrise seen, breakfast eaten.. lets go find some bridges that River Jordan flows under…in this area.

Remember we stopped at Arik bridge which is on the main road, where the Jordan flows into the north end of Kinerret (Sea of Galilee).. where many people stop and walk across to the other side..often seeing kayaks and canoes on the water? Now we go the same place and a couple of hundred meters from that Arik bridge is another old wooden bridge across the Jordan.. I have never seen people here altho’ its a beautiful spot..and definitely warrants a few minutes drive on the back road to get there.

We get into Jordan Park http://www.weekend.co.il/maslulim/ramatg/p_yarden/indexE.htm where many bridges cross the Jordan and also many walkers bridges have been built.

In the summertime this is a hive ..thousands of campers and holidaymakers and the place is packed, and hot and muggy and everyone just love what they are doing.

I was lucky to drive there on a cold wintry day and the places were deserted, and I met a man in charge of kyak rentals camping complex, who invited me to sit and drink coffee with him, and chat, as he is alone for many days. He took me around and explained a few things about the place, and led me to a notice board which showed the height of the Jordan River when in flood a few years earlier.

Many small “walkers bridges” have been built and in some places the Jordan River has been diverted into narrow streams and is less than 15 inches wide..yes 15″…nevertheless it IS the River Jordan and the Ole-Man river..just goes flowing along.

I’ve previously told about the bridges at Naharayiim and the story about Aunties bridge. Now we will take a short drive to the ruined Aunties bridge, but there is really nothing to see other than broken concrete.

Anyway its worth a short climb over the the rocks to see the Jordan flowing peacefully like a little stream.
Note..the Aunties Bridge may have looked similar to the one in the picture below when seen from high up as it was a simple concrete bridge through the water.

A few of the other bridges are very imposing and well built as is the Green Bridge,

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which are known as Jacobs Daughters Bridges..one of which had been (recently) totally rebuilt for two-way traffic, and now looks like any regular bridge.. with metal handrails and a very narrow sidewalk..
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and will remain as a tourist sightseeing attraction.

While on my “finding Jordan river bridges” mission..

there was always “another one” to find and cross..and the last one I found and crossed is an ordinary concrete bridge..leading to a moshav Khulata.

On one trip with scooter I arrived at a point from where I could see a long straight gravelroad with the river on left, and I wondered if that will take me to a “Jordan River bridge” as it was not marked on my maps..then I had a flat tyre and luckily had a tin of foam that inflated the tyre to allow riding for several kilometers to a pump.

I took the long gravel road and found the final bridge, a simple concrete bridge without any name or descriptions… which I crossed and have since returned several times. That first time, I then crossed a very small bridge at a gate and carried on riding on another straight road on the other side of the river… and to my surprise I took a turning that took me via the back road.. and I scootered into the Khula Nature Reserve.
On that occasion I was made welcome by the security and other people who worked at the visitors center…many making a fuss about the scooterman coming in the wrong route.

On another occasion in a rentcar I took the same roads and on entering the reserve I was followed by security who told me I should not be on that road, as the small gate should have been locked..?? and I was escorted to the main entrance gate, to leave the car in the main car-park.

There are no entrance fees into the Khula Reserve but no private vehicles are allowed inside the reserve, as many visitors hire tricycles and walk on all the tar roads as well as all the side roads to the bird fields.

So I believe I found every bridge that crosses the river… and with exception to the 3 border crossings, I have crossed and walked over every bridge..even all the walking bridges inside the Jordan Park.

Unfortunately, not everyone respects the ole’ man River Jordan, and some places are full of garbage..even a supermarket trolley, and very often there are build-ups of branches and small bushes that are washed away in storms or big winds.

One of these bridges is so nondescript.. a simple sort of concrete wall fence..covered with overgrown shrubbery,

and I actually couldnt recognise it as a bridge..I was lucky to see a tiny sign about 12 inches square nailed to a tree, faded word reading…”Shalma” (name of that bridge).

Okay, lets break away from bridges and take a drive to HULA RESERVE. Lots to see and do, and after watching a movie about the place, we will not hurry. http://www.parks.org.il/ParksENG/company_card.php3?CNumber=422020

There are many activities and pedalcars and golfcarts can be hired to ride only on paved roads, and I suggest we go on tractor ride into the bird areas..tractor pulls a closed trailer with seats and gets us close to almost touch the various birds.


Dont forget your binoculars and cameras.

By the way..there are also several unimpressive bridges that cross the man made canals, when the Jordan River was diverted..to become the nature reserve that we see today.

During certain seasons there are hundreds of thousands of birds on the ground..everyone pecking at something on the earth..and surely every bird has enough to eat. Occasionally a few thousand will take off and fly around in a big circle above us..then land and carry on pecking.

I have also spent time in a birdwatching “building” where expert birdwatching guides and rangers will answer questions about what can be seen through the openings. Saturday is always busy and I was “clever” to return another day when I was given VIP treatment without large crowds..and every facility will be open and available. I was the only passenger on the bus that takes you around the complex and the driver answered all my questions and gave much advice, and suggestions.

After a tiring but very satisfying few hours we have a snack n coffee at cafetaria, and head back in the dark to spend our final night at Kare Deshe.
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Scooterer Stories, Part Fourteen – Furthest point North

By Louis the Scooterer

Well we had another good night sleep at Kare Deshe… okay so after watching sunrise and eat breakfast,
we make a quick getaway..quick stop to take pics at ruins close by and head directly for the snow

Another quick stop at Arik Bridge over the River Jordan (old wooden bridge).. and a fairly long drive for a quick stop at Saar Falls to take pics. We won’t have coffee here but I just wanna pop in to say hi to Benny..he is the young fellow who served me a coffee way back on the day the restaurant opened, and he suggested I look into TKR. Benny thanks for that advice. I have had a (total knee replacement) for some time now, and sure walk better than on the day we met..when I could hardly walk the few meters from the car to the door.

From here .. only one major stop on the way. At Newe Ativ.. a tiny village (moshav) that could be in Switzerland..many chalet style buildings and everything geared towards skiing . ( Neve Ativ actually controls the ski site as well). Then while there, we’ll find somewhere to drink coffee and ask about the place..(and I can tell you quickly about my previous visits).

Almost every home is geared for bed n breakfast accomodation, and a few (family) hotels are also operating, ( and looks and feels as if we are in Switzerland or Austria !..) We take the coffee in the dining lounge at a small hotel while the manager, a young Druze fellow gave many explanations about Druze people and customs..elaborating on his sister’s upcoming wedding.

Freezing cold and bright sunshine…Lets move ..and we join a long line of traffic including many buses to the ski site..winding scenic road with much snow all around. We get in at the main entrance and leave our car in the giant parking lot,

and board a shuttle bus to the ski site..excitement mounts as we get closer…then a walk of a few hundred meters to the main area where coffeeshops, eateries and ski and equipment hire, and all sorts of action that happens at a ski site.

As Louis the scooterer, I wrote a story, telling about my first visit to Mt Hermon ski site..and later visits too, and what a contrast of visits they have been.

(That story)

My first visit to the ski site was on a HOT summer day, and I didn’t know what to expect.

I scootered through the village Majdal e Shams way up north (close to border with Syria), then to the ski site, up the scenic road, and far below in the valley I saw cattle “drinking” from a dry-looking, round, muddy “water” place, and the whole area was dry and similar to the desert.

I rode through the deserted entrance and passed the empty very large car-park, and after a short scenic ride, arrived at the ski-site. I was the only person there, besides some maintenance workers who are there every day, doing a whole lot of different work. I was very happy when the ski chairs started and I was allowed to go up to the highest point.(Note..I never had a camera at that visit) I was the only person on the system that has 175 chairs all 2 seaters, and I saw only stones and BIG rocks and shrubs and uneven mountainside beneath me (all dry).

At the top, a few engineers were doing some electrical installations and invited me to eat lunch with them. They explained a whole lot of interesting facts to me. I walked around, and as all the facilities were shut, after a while, I took the chairlift down. A few people were going up, so we shouted “helloooo.. and where are you from?” “Germany… and have a nice day.” Then they were gone, and I was at the bottom. A quick coffee and thank you to some office staff and I was on my way, knowing that I’d be back.

So my next visit was when there was plenty of snow on Mt Hermon and in a rented car. I saw the full water hole, far down in the valley, now many meters wide and full of water, and the nearby hills had some snow (certainly no “desert look” this time). Hundreds of vehicles and buses were arriving, and after paying at the entrance, I was guided to park the car in the giant car-park nearby, then to go in shuttle-buses to the ski-site; a quick and very neat operation, I must admit.

This time there were thousands of people hustling and bustling and slipping and sliding everywhere and queuing in long lines for the many things to do at a ski place. It was marvelous to watch many people enjoying themselves, and I was lucky to find a short queue at one cafeteria to get coffee (and I wasn’t so clever by leaving my camera in the car).

I had a few casual chats and a few laughs with total strangers, and I was told this snow was the best in a long time, but the queue at chairlift was too long. Long lines were everywhere, so I left, having decided to return again the following week.

One week later… while on my way to the ski site on a lovely rainy day, I was told at the petrol-station near Tiberias, that the roads to the ski-site were closed, and at this time the heavy rain had also set in. So, another visit, another time.

So now comes the most recent, highly successful visit in perfect weather, nice and early, blue and white sky, and not many cars in the giant car park. This time (with camera in hand), I walked to all the favorite spots where many visitors with many cameras take many pictures. I also spoke to many “professional-looking” skiers, who unashamedly told me that they were there for the first time in borrowed ski-outfits, and that were waiting for their first ski-lesson.

All the amenities were rapidly getting long lines waiting to hire boots and skis and ski clothes and all very exciting. I had done some skiing years earlier, but a problem knee this day prevented me from that. I took a lovely fresh ride up on the two-seater chair lift, and after a few minutes was at the highest point, mainly for the more experienced skiers.

There are breathtaking views. Still, the coffee shop and restaurant were inviting and I had great satisfaction watching people of all sizes and shapes, even many men with full beards also giving skiing a go, then I took the chair lift down.

The queues were getting longer and the place buzzed with excitement. An assortment of big vehicles that move the snow were around, as well as many tough looking fellows who wear skiing outfits and know what they are doing.

After some more visits to several coffee places and a lovely snack served by a pretty girl, then sitting relaxing in the sun on the sundeck and taking a few more pictures, I guess that successful visit was worthwhile.

When you decide to visit, don’t forget to ask for some excellent colorful brochures, and in the large cafeteria ask for a “paper place-mat” that has cartoon drawings of the full scene.

When I left, and the snow got thinner on the hills and the air warmed up as I traveled away, I again had the feeling that I would return.

OKAY all of you , go and do your thing and we will meet at the snowman in 4 hours.. Oh, so you all have sore bums..from skiing ! oh well, next time it will be easier. Get comfortable while we take the shuttle to the parking and find our car.

A short drive back into Majdal e shams and a quick coffee at coffeeshop next to the filling station, where the owner told us about the difference between a village and town status..sure was interesting.

We will take the back road out for a longish drive..and I think this short-cut will get us to the main road..Hey whats that sign ? did anybody see it ..Naah !..lemme reverse.. the sign says ” Witch and milkmaid” pointing up..lets take a look.. we follow the few signs and drive into a small fenced area and see what looks like a restaurant..lets go look..when we found the back parking lot we see it is a restaurant…lets go see..okay..WOW what a surprise,

A lovely warm place, and looking thru picture windows at the fantastic views down in front of us…I suggested we have a hot home-made vegetable soup with brown bread..and that warms us quickly.

We learn there are 18 homes on this small moshav http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nimrod_(Israel) and many of the wooden houses are for rent for holiday..take a look at www.witch.co.il (although only Hebrew) still play around on all the words to see some pictures and the incredible views.

Then we need to move to get to Kuneitra before sunset to be able to see something of that mysterious place..an entire village stands empty and no movement within. A large United Nations complex below us does not permit casual visitors.

The chap inside the small food kiosk spoke no English so I suggest google to Kuneitra and choose a story to read also see a quick explanation at http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Peace/kuneitra.html

The sun sets quickly and early, and on the drive to Kare Deshe we can discuss the next trip..perhaps find a number of bridges that the Jordan River flows under, and at least one that the river runs over the bridge..and to find the “Aunties Bridge”.. where a few older ladies who did charitable volunteering were drowned in a flood,(they were known as “the aunties”) and the bridge was washed away and never rebuilt.

Soon the roads will be very busy, many vehicles heading home or for entertainment places..and we arrive back at our hostel..NO running around this night..all our backsides need a rest.

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Ranch therapy in paradise

By Louis the Scooterer

On my way to the original MyPoP the other morning to drink a coffee, I saw some horses with riders, from the nearby regular horseriding ranch. They were crossing the road, and heading into the bushes, from where they found a track down to the beach to amble back to the ranch.

Further along the road I have also seen a sign showing a “horse head” and I took no notice, but this sign is not about the regular horse-ranch ?? (and I wondered?) I drank my coffee and afterwards decided to scoot on the road that I thought would be next to the horse trail.


After a few hundred meters on the tarmac road..I came to a “soft sand” road and I saw another signboard with “horse head” and word “INTRA” ?.

Usually I dont scoot on soft sand coz the wheels on my current scooter are small and thin and not designed for “offroad”. I decided to have a look anyway, and slowly scooted another few hundred meters on the soft sand.

I came to a “horse riding place”..and went in to ask…”what is this place?”

A couple of young women were riding, and working with horses in a closed area, and I learned from them..
briefly, that this is a place where horses are trained.. to accept *”handicapped riders”.. and “handicapped people” are taught to sit on and ride the horses.

They suggested that I speak to Anita who is in charge. At an eye-opening chat with Anita and her husband Giora I learned something about INTRA. (Please visit this website http://www.intra.org.il/ ) and MUST watch this incredible video ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4J4F7fXLGtI )

As soon as I heard that they use volunteers, I immediately became one. I am a “fixer, cleaner, do whatever” man.. and I go there often. Here, I learned that the word “*handicapped people” is regularly widely misused, and many people who are mentally or physically challenged, are NOT “handicapped”.

This “horse riding place” on top of the cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean Sea has become a second My PoP. This time it is “My Place of Patience”.

While I do some chores or just sit around, I have watched the trainers training the horses, and after a session, they groom and take care of the horses.. and their chores are ongoing and never-ending.. and they love what they do ! I have watched as these patient persons teach a rider..oh so many “things”.. about the saddle and other equipment, how to sit and hold the reins..how to do some grooming. This teaching, and the learning, are also ongoing and never-ending.

Hats off to this incredible place, and as a side comment..I’m very happy that no smoking is allowed close to the horses. A smoking area is to one side..and that will be a pleasure for me to tell smokers to “move along”!

I will be relating to you from here, and from time to time will tell about new things that I see and things that I’m told. So watch this space.

On my way back home I stopped at a tiny kiosk where Ofer makes felafel in a pita bread..and another delicacy made with boiled eggs also in a pita. I say its the best in Israel..certainly the cleanest kitchen I’ve seen, all 3 meters x 3 meters square, and he has the necessary pots n pans n stove n fridge that he needs, and always a customer or two eating at the counter, which is across the road from the sea. I put up 1 finger on each hand and he knows I want 1 of each..to take away..and while I was waiting, I sat at the little table..
staring into space and thinking back…

I looked at my scooter helmet on the saddle…and thought back to when I was 18 years old and living in Johannesburg.. and 55 years ago when I had my first Vespa scooter. NO helmets were necessary in those days, and the scooter also came with a spare wheel, and life was so different then.

I used to park the scooter on the sidewalk, outside the building where I lived, and night after night NO one ever interfered with the scooter. I often scooted to The Dolls House and collect takeaway hamburgers and toasted cheese sandwiches. I dont remember ever feeling unsafe while scooting all over the places IN and outside the city.

One day my friend Bob who also had a Vespa was involved in an accident, and a photo appeared in the newspaper with caption “scooter and wheelbarrow in accident” ! Bob said he didn’t see the wheelbarrow, and the pusher of the wheelbarrow said he didn’t see the scooter.. no serious damage..the matter was settled on the street..out of court.

Another memory flashed back.. I belonged to the Vespa Scooter Club which had about 40 members, and we often went for outings in a group..maybe 20 scooters, and many of us carried a passenger, so perhaps 30 people on an outing..(usually one every month). I was club captain for one month which was a marvellous idea, so 12 captains in a year..who chose a route, and arranged with a restaurant or picnic place, that a group would be coming, and we always were welcome at these places.

I’ll never forget when Dawn invited us to her home at the end of an outing..and about 20 people queued outside the one only toilet in her small apartment. In the tiny lounge 6 or 8 drank a coffee or colddrink, then moved outside so the next 6 or 8 could come in for their drink. I remember most drivers seemed to drive more carefully in those days, and many smiled and waved as they passed the scooters.

My packet was ready, and I realise that since I began scooting here in Israel, I have asked perhaps twenty riders of 2 wheelers, to ride with me a while, and as yet none have. About 12 other riders have suggested to ride with me sometime.. but, NEVER yet have I had another rider to do a ride with me.

I still ride alone. Perhaps if I had company on some trips then I wouldn’t have seen what I’ve seen, and probably wouldn’t have met some of the great characters that I’ve met along the way(s).

Please dear reader.. dont forget to visit the two websites I mentioned earlier.

Louis the Scooterer is a retired South African living in Netanya, Israel.

Scooterer Stories, Part Thirteen – Galilee

By Louis the Scooterer

Continue touring in all directions around the Sea of Galilee”

At the end of that previous excellent day…we checked in to KareDeshe Youth Hostel.. north of Tiberias..nice and tired and our rooms were great and comfy and a good night sleep zzzzzzz…

Up early..lets get to water edge , at end of grass and playground. Just in time to watch the pink sun ray, then the first touch on top of the mountain and then on the water as a gold carpet. Do you get to see such a sunrise that often? not likely. Then to breakfast, and they already know to set a table for me at the window to see out, at the beautiful gardens and lawns and the peaceful Sea of Galilee. And to look at the food, and colorful paintings on the walls. A large variety of cheeses, creams, herrings, salads, eggs, yogurts, breads and more..and we are able to take-away some for later. All the staff in dining room make the usual fuss about “The man who scoots all around Israel”.

Often there are many groups of university students or school groups as well as tourists from all over the world, and I always make a new friend at breakfast table and in the gardens.


And breakfast time is usually a hubbub of planning, choosing and eating, chatting, and “lets go.”

Eaten enough? Let US go..our first stop about 200 meters away is an archeological dig and looks fantastic in early morning sunlight..take a few pics and read the history while I tell you..where we will be going..

and NOW I have changed my mind (again) and we will drive past a few important places.. and will head straight into Tiberias and visit the home of the richest Jewish woman in history. I visited DONA GRACIA, and drank tea in the home of the richest Jewish woman in history. A quick lead up to how this came about:

On my first scooter-visit to Tiberias, some years ago, I knew nothing about the place and I needed some maps from the Info Center. I found the Youth hostel in the center of Tiberias, where I would stay for a couple of nights, and after dropping off my stuff, I began scooting around. I asked the first person I saw “where is the Info Center?” He told me “up the road, around the corner in a building called Dona Gracia Hotel”.That wasn’t the (tourist) Info. that I wanted, BUT it was INFO. Mainly for traveling to other countries, and it was on the top floor of the hotel. The entire floor is a new, very large area for many travel agents, where each agency had a desk and a couple of phones and a computer and a couple of chairs, and it had just opened that morning, and was a busy hive of activity! The very busy man in charge of this “move-in” made time to explain to me about this communal travel-agent set-up, and he gave me a cup of coffee and some brochures and answered a couple of my questions. Then, he needed to carry on organizing.

On my way out, in the lobby that was undergoing renovations, I asked at the reception and was told “this is a hotel”…I noticed some people sitting in a very plush area having refreshments while listening to a pianist. MY assumption at that moment was, “its expensive”…and I left. I found the tourist info and received maps and brochures to last a lifetime. As the years flew by, I visited Tiberias several times and often scooted past the hotel..without giving it a second glance.

On a recent visit to that area, and staying over at Kare Deshe Youth Hostel…the receptionist asked me “have you visited the museum inside the Dona Gracia Hotel”? I hadn’t, so immediately I scooted the few kilometers to the hotel, and was told at reception, that the “English tour is at 10-00 a.m. tomorrow morning”. After breakfast I returned and I was given a tour..never to be forgotten.

And NOW this story begins…

What a surprise when I returned, the manager remembered me from those years ago, and welcomed me. First a coffee and some time remembering our first meeting..and he listened to my travel stories. He organised an “English tour,” and I was taken on a personal guided tour with many explanations. Through some of the rooms and dining room with this incredible dining table and 26 chairs and furniture and ornaments from when Dona Gracia lived in the building.

Among the many features is the display of dolls, exquisitely dressed in clothing of the time and also many posters on the walls with stories in English. After the guided tour, I slowly strolled through the entire museum, and spent a few excellent hours reading the posters. I was invited to sit in the plush lounge, and drank tea and ate cookies while listening to the pianist and then I was taken into a showroom and “fitted out ” in an outfit of the time.

(yes this pic is of me..the musician.)

When larger groups visit, many visitors are dressed up in these exquisite costumes and a marvelous, merry time is had by all..while parading around the lounges and enjoying free tea and coffee and cookies. There is much to see and many questions to ask. And staff members will gladly give explanations and answers. A never-to-forget experience. (A side comment from me: I mentioned this wonderful experience to 2 crotchety men from Tel Aviv who I vaguely knew..and later they told me that they “saw everything” in a visit of less than one hour??… Oh Boy!

I could provide many more personal descriptions, but I suggest you visit the website: http://www.donagracia.com/DonaGracia/DonaHouse/english/malon_sipur.htm# And when you are in Tiberias…this is “a must-visit” and remember to wear comfortable walking shoes and don’t forget your camera.

So we have relaxed away the whole morning and now lets go to our next serious visit.. so while we drive there I’ll fill you in

Okay..I know we all had too many cookies at Dona Gracia, and what an experience ? NOW we’re gonna shoot past a few places of interest without even a glance and we get to Kibbuts Ginossar.

When I first began my scootering, I often asked the people that I occasionally “had a coffee with”, about some info on places and things ?..and I received from a “Mr Know-it-All / MR KNOW-NOTHING”… that “GINNOSAR”…is an expensive hotel with an expensive restaurant and everything expensive..so thats how the information entered my head..and stayed there.

One day while scootering in the Tiberias area I saw a tiny sign “Ginnosar —>” and I rode into the complex. After a couple of hundred meters I saw the hotel building on the right side, with beautiful lawns and pool and gardens..and a large car park with many buses and all sorts of vehicles, and many people sitting on the lawns around the pool. Directly in front of me, another big modern building that “at a glance” I thought would be a “new” hotel.

So I remembered, “its expensive, why waste time?”.. and began the ride out. I thought again, “what the hell ?, I’m here..let me have a look”..and I made the BEST U-TURN ever. The big new building is the Yigal Alon Museum (Man in the Galilee), and at reception I was welcomed and given brochures.

The most pleasant lady invited me to sit in the cafeteria and drink a coffee while explaining to me how best to wander through the museum, and watch the videos and see exhibits and photos and art exhibitions..and never-ending things of interest, with many written explanations on posters, as well as beautiful views through large picture-windows. I spent several valuable hours wandering around in a sequence, and my eyes opened wider at every turn, with the marvelous exhibits always in air-conditioned areas and with places to sit. The bonus at the end of my long walk around, was being shown the “Jesus boat ” exhibit in this specially built and temperature-controlled hall with many pictures and videos about the discovery http://www.sacred-destinations.com/israel/galilee-jesus-boat.htm

While having another coffee and snack, I noticed a large group of soldiers who had come to visit this important museum. I visited the large well-stocked gift shop, and I knew that every future trip I would pop in for a visit. The gardens and walkways outside have many sculptures and beautiful views of the Lake Kinerret
On the way out I stopped at the hotel and had a lovely chat with the receptionist, who also sat with me in the delightful coffee shop and told me some “things”; that the hotel is usually fully booked every Friday for Israelis who leave home for a one-night weekend. Also tourists from all around the world spend some days in the beautiful surroundings..(so much for the wrong comment from “Mr. Know-nothing”).

The kibbutz is situated on the Kinerret (Sea of Galilee) and the water laps right up to the lawns. I have been lucky to see the high water after good rains, and also the low water period when the water would end a few hundred meters out. I scooted through the kibbutz and as usual there were always some people to answer my questions as they go about their lives. I “found” the reservations office; a small kibbutz-style house made into a few offices and staffed by kibbutz members, casually dressed and without pomp-and-ceremony, invited me to drink tea while they prepared a variety of brochures for me.

There is also a popular restaurant close to the filling station at the main entrance..and some industries in the “industrial area” of the Ginnosar kibbutz. As always, have comfortable walking shoes and camera at the ready. I have, to date, visited several times and am always welcomed as “the man with the scooter is here”! And there are new art exhibitions …and for me…never a moment of boredom.

Okay we’re here, at the museum, and have had our intro at reception.. so take your time wandering around at your own speed and we have several hours, so no hurry to “be on the bus in 20 minutes”. And after that few excellent and tiring hours we return to Kare Deshe and have something to eat in the cafeteria and soon to sleep zzzzzzzzzz (be prepared for the next day from early morn to another few places…)

Please feel free to email me louisdrinkingt@013.net

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Louis gets smoked out. A nation of black lungs.

By Louis the Scooterer

I don’t want to..BUT, Maybe move away from MyPoP

Well the story about the women walkers is something like this. A large factory from way down south, sends women workers from all departments in a couple of buses to spend a couple of nights and a few days at a beautiful hotel, where they are pampered in the spa and do early morning exercises, and some swim and a few pop into the gym. Then they go walking at their pace to many places in Netanya.

The majority speak no English and I really didn’t have much communication with the guides..

And as I settled down in my favourite chair at my favourite table at MyPoP, I began being bothered by my number one problem. That is breathing the smoke and smells of smokers, and when I looked around, couldnt believe my eyes..almost everyone there were smoking. The sporting people who ride bicycles and the surfers and the fisherman and the swimmers and the joggers and the walkers. Yes I couldnt believe it but my camera doesn’t lie, and some pics are telling the full story.Even the mother breastfeeding her baby was a smoker.

Oh well, I don’t smoke.


A few of my friends that don’t smoke:

Some of the animal visitors and birds and horses, and the rare “other person”. Oh hell I dont really want to leave this place, but maybe even the wind changing direction and bringing the smoke to me will be the decider. I felt that perhaps the partners / owners and all the staff are smokers, and that maybe they invited so many smokers to come and enjoy these beautiful surroundings. I wonder!

And guess what ? When I came back to the square to find a friend, there they were again. So many smokers, and I refused to take more pics, but one that caught my eye was this old chap with a long full white beard who always stands at the door of his office..smoking..this time I saw him flicking away a half smoked cigarette..and on the sidewalk, in front of his office, were more than 20 cigarette butts.

Bye for now, and please ..between cigarettes.. will you email me at
louisdrinkingt@013.net

SUV invasion at MyPop

By Louis the Scooterer

Stinking cigars and running out of fuel = not a good start.. but it gets better….

The other morning…After having an early coffee at the square, and being chased away by the smoke from a guy smoking the stinkiest cigar I’ve ever smelled..pheeew.. he was sitting 2 cafes away !

SO… I was on my way to MyPoP, but I didnt get there. My scooter ran out of fuel, but lucky for me it was only a few hundred meters from my spare “bottle of petrol”, so I took a slow walk to my apt. but t’was hot and no crazy driver offered me a ride.and I admit I did not feel safe on the sidewalk. I feel safe sitting here at the keyboard…writing this.

Here I wanna draw your attention to the fact that I see so many SUVs wherever I go, (why do they have block capitals)(we dont refer to a SEDAN or a TWO-DOOR COUPE). I don’t scoot to a busy road to stand around and count cars and take pics, or arrange carposes for my camera.These suv’s are just everywhere and I believe they give birth to other suv’s, and multiply.

I need to get this off-my-chest so I have brought here another story I wrote recently about SUVs, where I mentioned at an earlier time, that I may have seen 1 SUV in a few hundred vehicles..NOW I am seeing 3, maybe even 4 suv’s in every 10 vehicles (yes 30 to 40% of vehicles are suvs.), so dear reader, be a little patient and read on.

The story.

On the street where I live.. AND EVERYWHERE IN ISRAEL. I won’t mention the names of these vehicles as I have no favourites, but I know which one I would like to own ?

When I first arrived in my new city end of 1999, I saw a rare 4 x 4 jeep type station wagon..and that always driven by a male..I secretly wished I could own one and I believed the SUV was driven by an expert driver.

“A couple of years later”……The 2 farmers that I met on my scootering travels invited me at different times to ride with them as they showed me around..they did not know each other, and the one farm was in desert in the far south..and the other in the hills in the north. Both showed skill the way they handled their vehicles..the ride in the north was on a rainy day with water running on the road (sand track) and he negotiated the mud and rocks with great skill and I secretly wished I could own one.

So, I began noticing these jeep-type 4 x 4 vehicles, and as I began seeing the quantities that I saw in the city, the more I realised how wrong I was in assuming that the mostly male suv drivers were good drivers. They were mostly BAD drivers, doing all the wrong things that bad drivers do in all kinds of vehicles here in Israel…the usual ???

SO we jump to the present time.. NOW NOVEMBER 2008

I now see hundreds of these smart, very big 4×4 jeep-type family-size mini-buses every day, on every road in the city, and in the quiet neighborhoods where I scoot along singing my song..and on every major highway and all other roads as well, and MANY of them are driven by very bad drivers. I notice too, that many are driven by females, some of whom cannot see over the steering wheel..and these high powered (SUVs) are being used mainly “to go to the supermarket” and “to take the children to school”..and maybe the rare occasion will be used at the farm, or in the mountains or the desert roads. (A very important NOTE.. I do not wait for women drivers to pass me “they come into my view” more so, than men do.)

This disturbs me a great deal, as so many of these (big and high) vehicles are driven at speed through the quiet narrow streets, and clearly most drivers of both genders have NOT sufficient skills at being in charge of such a powerful vehicle. On (one) short scoot of 6 minutes and less than 3 kilometers..I saw 7 such vehicles, and on return a couple of hours later on the same road..I saw ten..also there were 3 in the parking lot of the place I was at.

SO..many of the crazy drivers here in Israel do ALL the wrong things..but its a fact that more female drivers than males, come into my vision while I scoot around, and now I have become more nervous than ever.

NOTE PLEASE,that in 8 1/2 years I have scooted all around ISRAEL, and have travelled more than 100,000 kilometers (yes ..one hundred thousand) on scooters (now on my 9th), plus a few more thousands of kms. in a rented car for one month during the rain season. SO.. my observations have some merit and are not aimed only at female drivers. I reckon that the accident rate will jump out of control unless these thousands of SUV drivers are forced to have driving tests for skill, and made aware of what power they have while behind the wheel..merrily smoking and talking on the celfone while they speed to the supermarket.

Many hundreds have small children as the passengers while they make u-turns without looking, and enter the traffic flow without looking, and open the drivers door without looking. Oops they do look in the mirror when they flick their hair into place, and what they do really well is honk the horn very loud and very often, and for no apparent reason !

I have mentioned in several writings, and letters to the press, and many “talkbacks” in newspaper articles about accidents and bad drivers that many female drivers (more so than males) have an obsession “to get in front of a two-wheeler…no matter what”.

This very dangerous action has NOT changed, and in fact has gotten worse, especially on a particularly dangerous curve on the narrow road, through a quiet neighbourhood..that I scoot on daily. Many seem to see this as a wide straight beautiful road that is inviting them to put their foot on the accelerator and GO.. OVERTAKE, and get in front…NOW ! !

I mentioned this to a lady driver who parks her SUV in the basement parking where I live, and when I asked her to explain why so many women drivers of ALL types of vehicles need to overtake to get in front..she said she did not do that..her answer really frightened me when she added “Maybe they dont see you! !” (I usually wear a white top when riding my bright red scooter so as to make myself “more visible”?)

Another lady I know piped up with “they can see your broad shoulders and back, maybe they want to see what you look like” ! Another woman who also rides a 2-wheeler said I should not allow them space to pass..but thats not a good plan when they sit 1 meter behind on my tail. My friend with the giant monster Harley says they dont try to get in front of him ! maybe I should borrow his Harley

My other “friend” who rides a police motorbike with blue lights also says they dont try to push in front of him. SO..usually my stories have some humor, but I find nothing funny in this very serious ongoing saga and of course most of these monster SUVs are fashionably black, which is slightly more frightening than other colors.

Oh well, it seems as though I will never have one..as it is fact that one of these high powered 4×4 jeep-type family-size mini-buses costs the same as 46 (yes fourty six) scooters of the type I have currently…maybe 30 scooters I could buy a lower price (badly used) SUV. They have exotic names like Tuareg, Cheyenne, Savanna, Uplander, Sorrento, Tucson, Rodeo, Liana, Trailblazer etc. and my guess is that every motor manufacturer on the planet makes a top notch SUV, especially designed and modified and raring to “go to the supermarket”? I even know one woman who drives her suv less than 400 meters to the gym, so that she can exersise by walking on the treadmill.

I have seen thousands of all types of vehicles with only one red brakelight working..and have also seen several of these brand-new 4×4 SUV’s that has only one red brakelight working. Since most of these drivers will speed merrily along with their eyes half open and not looking where they drive, and they will not be “hanging up their keys” and retiring from driving..perhaps I should modify my scooter and do my main travelling from “under my blanket”. I want to stop counting suvs so eff the soovs, and I wanna start looking at the scenery or beautiful women, like before.

On the way home I saw about 70 women, all shapes and sizes, all ages, on a walking tour of the cliffs and interest points near to where I live…thats another story, and thanks for reading, and please email to louisdrinkingt@013.net

To MyPoP but not for a “packet of peanuts”

By Louis the Scooterer

MyPoP here I come, and as I leave my driveway I see the giant advertising boards for the new highrise
being built next door being offloaded and stacked against the old broken down metal wall

Oh dear…then the usual hair-raising couple of kms to MyPoP with never a moment without a bad driver near me .. that is.. either in front of me or behind me or coming toward me..BUT in this instance she drove out of her driveway into the traffic without a second glance.

Lucky for me that I “second glance” for every driver in my vision so I’m glad to say I’m still alive and arrived safely..to sit and watch the sea and drink a quiet coffee.

A few times I have met young folk who are hikers and walkers, who walk across Israel on a specially made route called “Israel Track”… that begins in the far north and winds across mountain trails and tracks and some places have proper tar roads built (but not for vehicles.)

I have scooted several kilometers at different places on the Israel Track, and have even walked a few kms at a few places. The young people carry all provisions and everything they need in heavy backpacks and go.

Mostly they take a few days to do the full trip. But more will do the trip in short portions and take whatever time it takes. Also older people will do a short section every weekend and after a few weeks they may complete the track.

A very lovely idea and in certain areas there are places to light fires for barbeque and playgrounds for young children…and many kms are through beautiful countryside next to a river or in the valleys or a rough track in the mountains or in the desert.

The several hikerwalkers that I have chatted all told me interesting stories and most carry maps and follow the colored tiny flags painted on rocks and poles and special posts. Soon I will venture to do a longer walk at a section that I have not seen before.

One young chap told me about the “Israel Track Angels”..certain families who live on or very near the track and have a separate room or outside veranda, will invite hikers to “stay-over”..and provide a small fridge with milk and cheeses, and kettle, coffee tea etc.

Often they travel hike in small groups with understanding that if one needs to slow down..then the others must continue…and then the straggler can stop the hike and wait for a bus somewhere ..or call a family member or friend to collect.

A few days ago, one young fellow hiking alone after a disagreement popped into the supermarket up the road where I was shopping ..we spoke for a few minutes ..then he froze..he couldnt find his celphone..and halfheartedly “unpacked” part of his backpackbag, pulled out some stuff and was preparing to walk back about 8 kms where he last used the phone.. I begged (instructed) him to calm down and empty everything and sure enough he found the fone which had tucked itself inside the plastic cover of his big diary..(he then called me “the Israel Track Supermarket Angel).

(I was first told about this track about 40 years ago when I was friendly with a young Johannesburg fellow (Eric) who made aliya and did the track..and when he visited S.A. later he described casually his experiences…at that time it had no meaning for me at all.)

Each person I speak about it tell me of their experiences…including the 3 seniors all in their eighties who do a few kms each Saturday..taken to a spot and fetched a few hours later a bit down the track.

So on the ride home I only dodged out of harms way, at least 10 times and near my apt a female driver in a new SUV did not stop at stop sign and almost ran me down..this time I have a picture on my computer and also the entrance gate where she parks “her horrible hateful dark color big ugly SUV”..(watch this space !)

And outside my building some of the signs were in place.

Please feel free to email me louisdrinkingt@013.net

Scooterer Stories, Part Twelve – In the North

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Twelve – “A little north, a little west, a little east…then a lot north”…then sunset, then night time.

After leaving hydro electric plant we are back on main road going north pass industrial areas and a couple of kibbutsim which we won’t visit now.

As we see the south end of Lake Kinerret (Sea of Galilee) for the first time in front of us… I notice a tourist INFO office in a shopping complex, and make my way to that..while all my passengers ran to different restaurants and kiosks to buy something to eat..I collected a handful of interesting brochures and deciding immediately that we will go first to Moshav Kinerret on opposite direction to our main plan.

We will pass several important kibbutzim on our left side and several venues on the water edge, and arrive at the bridge where Kinerret flows again south as Jordan River,..and make our way to the area known as Yardenit, on the Jordan River..
supposedly for a coffebreak and relax on the quiet river edge in beautiful surroundings..with high trees and ducks in the water and birds all around.

But wait..hey..wow ..theres action in front of us as many worshippers dressed in white robes are making their way down a series of steps to enter the water preparing to be baptised..in the Jordan River..this is incredible luck for us to find this event as we arrived…

After reading the various posters about the place, and watching the ceremony and each participant being dunked in the water ..while onlookers and worshippers sing hymns and pray together with the various religious leaders among them..

and many pics are taken by everybody including me..

After a while and a coffee on the large terrace we make a quick visit into the “tourist shop” crammed with thousands of religious objects and ornaments and watch as tourists select and then wait in line at the cashier counter..to pay..

I guess we could call the place “a religious artifacts supermarket”.

Time to leave ..lets go before the buses start pulling out and clogging the narrow road back to the bridge….(many things to see and places to visit in the immediate areas on future travels…like the date plantations and driedfruit minimarket for tourists just up the road.)

Continue to the west up route 98, a lovely scenic drive with neighbouring Jordan on the other side of the fence, we get to Khamat Gader and condense our stay, to enjoy some swims in the various hot and cold water swimming pools and some relaxing in the sun..

http://www.hamat-gader.com/hamatVirtGalleries.php?linkOrder=41 (or google to other sites)

then maybe a coffee n snack and take a walk to see the crocodile farm.. and then move out. It would be very easy to spend a couple of days relaxing in this incredible place.

On to the uphill winding scenic road we make several short stops to see views and take pics..(Hamat Gader now way down below us !)..then on top of the plateau the road straightens out and we begin to see glimpses of Lake Kinerret, and when we drive into Kibbuts Mevo Khama..we are in for a unique experience.

On my very first scooter visit here I met Elaine who works in the office at plastic factory..

and when she and the security were satisfied that I was a scooterer visiting everywhere, she invited me to drink tea with her and some staff at the large plastic factory on the kibbuts.. then… she pointed me to go to the back of the kibbutz, to find a special spot on a metal platform, from where the entire Kinneret can be seen

Surely a unique experience from that unique spot..thanks Elaine…and as luck would have it that was a perfect haze free day..thanks again…and for the plastic gifts.

A quick stop a bit further and another view from Shalom observation point viewsite..in Kfar Kharuv, a place that caters for b/b and every Friday will be full to capacity.. and empties out late Saturday until the following Friday.

Through to Afik kibbuts..here I met a young woman working in reception, where on the wall is large photo of Afik holiday cottages. While doing her time in the army.. she was a leader at Sar-El, so we had much to talk about..she sent me to a viewsite that is also magic..sighting the hills n valleys bordering Afik..every old building and monument has interesting stories and I guess a one night stayover will be many hours of adventure with someone from the kibbutz able to tell about the places.
Then down the road to a winery at Eliad,

where we were invited to view the current art exhibition and taste wines.

(I had visited on previous occasions, once having been invited to a tour of the winery and lunch with a few other important guests…that was a marvellous invite, where again I felt embarrassed, as me and my scooter were discussed more than the wines and grapes. I have been back a couple of times to chat and take lunch with the owners and workers.

More quick decisions as to which route to take next.. and I decide to go to Gamla..(I can envisage that we will be in these Kinerret areas for several upcoming chapters) and will try not to backtrack where we have already visited.

It is not possible to stop at every kibbuts and industrial area on our route to Gamla..(altho I have done that on my scooter..scooted in and around and often do not see another person to ask ..Often I have done those rides on a Saturday when many areas are seemingly deserted.)

On one occasion I scooted into a kibbuts Avnei Eytan and rode around. I saw a summer-holiday-camp that had been closed after the season..sleeps a few hundred people in Red Indian style tepees ..but the guard spoke no English..so no explanations. And at the same time, a little further on, I came to hot-houses where flowers and fruit are grown, and the man in charge showed me around and althoogh he spoke no English ..we communicated ?

Drive into Gamla Nature Reserve and receive brochures and learn something about the place..

visit http://www.ynet.co.il/english/articles/0,7340,L-3373998,00.html ( or google to other sites)

A happening way back when Romans attacked the city built on a hill..the remaining fighters would commit suicide rather than being taken prisoners into slavery (similar to Masada). There are some great drives, and walks to see the vultures and eagles building nests on the high cliffs and rangers to give info..at the viewing stations built across the way from the nests…then there is the waterfall that must be seen while we are here,
and after a break and snack at kiosk..time to move along.

So after watching incredible sunset, with Tiberias in the background and the Kinerret in front… and as dusk falls and we can no longer see anything we drive to the north end of Kinerret to Kare Deshe Youth Hostel to sleep over, and look forward to a marvellous breakfast.

(unplanned at this time.. we will be staying several nights, as our base for trips to far north and areas adjacent.)… so watch this space… and please connect with me at email louisdrinkingt@013.net

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scootering to MyPoP

By Louis the Scooterer

Reminder of what MyPoP is, it’s not “my plate of popcorn”, it’s… MY Piece of Paradise.

Before I forget, let me show a few pics of my favourite transports from way back.. I show only 6 here coz there are more than 40 favourites already in 6 chapters written elsewhere.

Lancia Fulvia my all-time favourite 2 door sport coupe.

Lancia Flavia 2000 my favourite 4 door sedan…here you can see front and back.

Lancia Flavia 1800 another favourite

My Honda motorcycle to ride through the fields to get to the stables..to my horse.

My first Vespa scooter

My first car, an MG-TC chassis and engine with custom bodywork.

On my route to MyPoP there is a very bad stretch of badly maintained tarmac on this dangerous curve. The curve I have written about where so many female drivers have decided to speed-up at that point to overtake me on my scooter..simply to get in front..no matter-what!


SO..the story:- Many years ago I was riding all around Netanya on my bicycle (yes my 2 wheeler pedal Trek bike,) and I decided to “go-a-little-further” than usual, so I rode on my bike passing that curve, and when the road became a slight uphill I pushed the bicycle while looking at the sea.

A man who was climbing up the dunes towards the road arrived at the spot where I decided to stop-n-stare at the view. He asked me (in slow English ) why I was pushing my bike on the wrong side of the road ?..when I told him that I loved looking at the sea..he invited me to his home across the road to drink coffee and chat.


I, at that time knew no Hebrew and his English was very low key..so as we sat down on the veranda overlooking the Med., and Avraham fetched his Hebrew/English dictionary and we began communicating..slowly…and carefully, and we became friends.

I visited often and was always invited to stay and drink a coffee or eat a meal with them..or go with to a picnic in the dunes where Avraham proved to be an excellent chef and organiser of picnics..usually attended by his adult children and some young grandchildren.

OKAY..a few days ago he told me this story..about the road that passes his and several other houses..carrying heavy traffic of buses, trucks, cars motorbikes and whatever..many large vehicles change gears outside his bedroom window..and many drive at high speed, and honk horns, and at times park illegally on the side of this narrow neighbourhood road to walk down to the beach below..and for many years they approached the authorities with no hope.

Recently the court ruled in favour of the neighbourhood and determined that the “curve section” of about 150 meters was an “illegal through-road”, and should be re-designed to be a new short section which would arrive at the Highway #2..through an undeveloped field.. and no longer passing those homes a little higher up.

A few changes would need to be made ..like re-siting a few bus-stops..

and closing the illegal section completely…at that curve.

I would surely welcome the demise of that dangerous badly maintained curve..and take the new short-cut to a point where the existing road will again become a “quiet-neighbourhood-road”.DO-IT-PLEASE before I become an old ager scooterer using my scooter to scoot from the lounge to the dining room in some retirement place.??

I took a short scoot to take pics but was a holiday and altho heavy traffic on highways, there were few trucks and hardly any big buses around..what did amaze me is the amount of high priced large SUVs of every make ..but thats another story written elsewhere.

D, who is another “do-everything-man” at MyPoP also made time to explain to me about “rainclouds” and pointed to what I saw as beautiful clear blue sky. He explained that the area between the sea in the horizon and the high white clouds.. are “clouds holding water”.. and if the wind remains blowing in from the sea..then rain would fall a few hours later. I could see no difference at that time.. (it was about 2-00p.m.) and I went home.

Certainly the wind did not change, and later it became dark then darker and then heavy rain fell..WOW he got-it-right..(now I can see what he meant !).. well done D. Surely you will give me lessons about other “things”, and a BIG thank-you.


I never take my laptop to MyPoP, so please, leave comment OR email me louisdrinkingt@013.net

The next chapter at MyPoP

By Louis the Scooterer

Before I get going on my scooter, to MyPoP, let me show you a couple of pics. The sea view I had, where I lived at the previous address..was a small studio with balcony…magnificent views of beach and promenade, and always much to see.

My current apartment on the other side of “town”, where I can see some sea..and 90 meters of the promenade. (3 pics from previous studio balcony, ….and 1 sunset from (current) apartment window.)

So the pics I took the other evening at MyPoP of the “finished place”..was spectacular at the least..unique setting…I was told its a wedding ..120 guests..about 40 persons attending to the guests..and cost roughly a leg and an arm ?..and the hubbub of workers and organisers was incredible !

The next morning it was just an empty parking-lot..and a clean-up delux…I couldn’t believe what gets thrown in the garbage skips..good pieces of carpeting and floor coverings, one tall table with a broken leg..many meters of useable cloth and other things.

In passing, I mentioned to M..who works at MyPoP as a “do-everything-man,”.. that earlier in the morning I had seen at the showroom where I bought my current scooter, an ATV with same name as Ice Cream that is sold at the counter…

This great story was told to me by M.. was that an uncle of his was planning a party to celebrate his 65th birthday, and uncle casually mentioned that a longtime desire was to have a drive on an ATV…SO, M got the ball rolling and began gathering moss, and all sorts of manipulations were handled, and many friends and relatives collected enough money to buy a good used ATV.. and on the night of the party..at the busiest time..as the food was being served..M drove this ATV thru the garden, and placed it in front of the “birthday man”..can you imagine??

I have had many short chats with most of the waiters and waitresses..and other temporary staff, and the partners..(several stories will come about from those chats)…but they all have work to do, while I watch the waves and can relax quietly, in a beautiful clean place..also watching some mermaids and others..its just such a shame that so many of those people are smokers…but thats another story.

and dont forget you can email me louisdrinkingt@013.net Continue reading

Visiting, coffeeing, chatting and seeing at MyPoP

By Louis the Scooterer

As I said in my previous post, I go to MyPoP (almost) every morning and spend a couple of hours, and have found my favourite spot, where I place a chair under a big umbrella together with the bright orange color low settees and a low table…(I prefer a higher chair becoz when my knee stiffens a little, I am able to stand up easily and take a stretch !)

Without turning my head much..I can see the sea and beach, the full length of the terrace restaurant, which has many different types of tables n chairs n lounging chairs n stools and can seat more than 120 bums, and shaded by large umbrellas. I can see the bar n kitchen, and the round building which is undergoing renovations. Behind me is also the beach n sea n fairly big carpark and of course…cliffs, and the drive leading up to the main carpark and the road.

So my short stories are not gonna be as a diary, and not in chronological order.. I will tell some things that may have happened a few hours ago..or some observations from a while back…and even some reminiscing about wayback.

When I make the effort to find conversation, I simply approach a person, a couple, or a group..I casually ask “do you speak English?”..and the answer is usually “YES” or “a leetle”, and usually when I say “I speak Hebrew a leetle”..then there are many smiles, and we are already “friends”, and conversation flows.

The current owners are a group of mainly young men in their thirties, all constantly on the go and with little time to sit around talking to this scooterer, but they often give a few seconds chat, and amazing what info comes to me from just a few seconds chat.

“Event makers” large and small are often bustling around preparing for “a reception” to take place..mostly in the carpark, which is transformed to become a beautiful setting, with many tables covered with tablecloths and wineglasses and whatever goes onto a dinner table. Most of these events will begin before the sun goes down and the sunsets are magnificent. They always arrive in their big trucks and offload a great variety of “things” and set about their planning.These fellows and even some young women will carry furniture, and push loads of flowers and move bar-counters and clean-up..also will settle down to fold napkins (serviettes) and place them in glasses. Certainly never a dull moment.

I do not often travel around on scooter after dark, especially on roads that are not lit up..as is the last few hundred meters leading to MyPoP, so I cannot describe any actual event..(yet..I plan to do just that !)..what I can say is that “after the event” everything is taken down..and an empty carpark is what I find when I arrive, in the morning.

Okay enough descriptions for this writing….see you at MyPoP.
Comments welcome and also you are welcome to email me at louisdrinkingt@013.net

This day at MyPoP (My Piece of Paradise)

By Louis the Scooterer

Dear Readers,

Maybe you already know that I live in Netanya, Israel, a coastal city on the Mediterranean, and that my transport is a scooter (usually 50cc).

Since I arrived on 1 Nov 1999, I have found and visited many coffeeshops at the square and in the city, and coffeeshops in all areas of Netanya, for my “daily” cup o coffee, and perhaps find a person to chat with.

Over the years, many places have changed as I have changed, and for whatever time I patronised a place, that was always rewarding, until it was time for me to move along to another.

I always spoke favourably about all the different venues I coffeed at, even those that eventually chased me away.. by allowing smokers to stink-the-place-out.. Even the outdoor venues smell continously of smoke and tobacco, and my intelligence also tells me thats why many flies are also around all those places!

Since I re-found my current PoP, I will share with you some of what I and my camera see, and experience at this magic place.

The neighborhood is called Tsuky Yam (Cliff Sea), on north end of Netanya and is a few minutes scoot, and I breath fresh air and smell the sea, and although smokers do come there, mostly that does not bother me as the fresh breeze always blows the smoke away, and flies are rare.

I will gladly answer any questions you would care to leave in “comments”, or feel free to email me louisdrinkingt@013.net

So for now, enjoy the pictures and I will continue with short stories. Almost every morning I scoot to MyPoP, and stay for a couple of hours, which always fly away. And never a dull moment at MyPoP!

So..watch this space!
Lou at MyPoP

Scooterer Stories, Part Eleven, Up the West Bank

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Eleven – Up the West Bank of the River Jordan

We have refreshed ourselves at “HaLido” at Kalya Junction..at the north end of the Dead Sea.. now we get onto 90 north at “Beit Ha’arava junction”.

Note..(I made a mission to see every bridge that crosses the River Jordan, and that mission ended where we will now begin.)

A short drive on 449 to Allenby Bridge Crossing, ( a traveller can only cross the bridge with necessary travel documents ,) and casual visitors are not allowed. (Note..This bridge and 2 other bridges, at border crossings, do not cater for sight-seers, and I was not allowed to be on either of the 3 bridges…(also no picture taking permitted).

Back on 90, with Jericho on our left, we head north, and pass a few moshavim and kibbutzim that are earmarked for a future visit, and arrive at turnoff to Adam Bridge…some fading signs show “no entry”. We continue and I made a quick stop at Argaman kibbutz, but the coffeeshop / restaurant in a converted train carriage was not open..and I strolled around in a very large nursery looking at pottery and flowerpots, and when I drove out…two policemen in their patrol car waved me on.

(Another note is that Jordan River is pretty close on our right ( East), and visible are many very large “hothouses” and large greenhouses made of plastic or nylon, for growing fruits and vegetables.)

I was curious about a big advertising sign showing “an adventure holiday resort” at Brosh Ha Biqa, so I went into the cute restaurant at the filling station, had a lovely chat with the young Arab manager and also with a young man who stopped there for a coffee.


I was told the entire resort was temporary home for many families who were re-locating when they exited from their homes in the Gaza strip…and being a Saturday morning..I decided not to go in.
A few kms further I made a quick stop to buy fruit at this incredible stall… I was met by the biggest smile I ever saw, and his small sons posed for me on their well looked after donkey.

Always some interesting monuments, unfortunately not always someone around, to explain…

The border crossing at Sheik Hussein Bridge a short drive from Beit Shean is constantly busy with many taxis and many security personnel who politely invited me to U Turn and no pics allowed…I sneaked a pic through the rear view mirror.


On an earlier visit one early morning, the 2 security guards explained that there are no facilities for casual visitors. On that visit I actually saw the bridge from a short distance.
(another NOTE is that every other bridge (yes there are many) can be crossed, as they are not at border crossings…
(but the “finding bridges” mission is another story.)

So, into Beit Shean.. also many interesting sculptures..one in particular invited me to sit.

There are many ancient sights, and we will quickly visit a couple and walk around the amphitheatre and excavations. At the Regional Council office I was given coffee and a couple of lovely maps (belonging to the man in charge), and he specifically pointed me to visit the hydro-electric site…at Naharayiim..(soon we will be there!)

On the outskirts of Beit Shean, still going north on 90, is a lovely site to visit ..”The Roman Bridge”. A little walkaround, take some pics, and carry on…then drive through a few moshavim that are next to the Jordan river…always something to see and take pics.

Then a visit to “Old Gesher” is a must.. after passing a large empty fortress, we arrive at the entrance of the old kibbutz…with ruined bridges and buildings. Many interesting stories, and a movie in the small “cinema”, explains much about the place, and the area…be sure to ask to visit the model of the hydro-electric plant.
One major story is that when the kibbutz was under fire from enemy tanks.. plus other weapons…and the women of the kibbutz were trained to place explosives, and eventually blew up the bridges and railway bridge…that was under attack.

I rode on the fenced back road bordering the “Peace Island”, and arrived at Naharayiim…

the spot where 2 rivers meet (Yarmuk and Jordan,) and where the ruins of the hydro-electric plant remain. Stay a couple of hours minimum, (preferably during the rain season), to explore and walk around, crossing bridges

and seeing the 2 rivers meet. The plant and canals were built in 1929 and for several years supplied electricity, and ceased operating in 1948.


A tiny kiosk run by the local kibbuts have brochures and much information is available. Also behind the kiosk is a beautiful garden and lawn, there is a sad memorial to 7 young schoolgirls who were shot by a soldier when visiting the site. On a small rise are benches under a pergola to look at the magic views, so dont forget your binoculars.

Also available is a guided tour in your car across a bridge and into Jordan, and a drive through the Peace Island, with many explanations about this area of land that (as a “Peace gesture”) was handed back to Jordan.

After some snacks and drinks we take a back road through the lands of the kibbutz, and we need to “make a major decision”…as we will soon be entering the southern point of Kinerret.

Do we drive around the Sea of Galilee and then return to the point where we entered ?
or do we take the East route and “hug” the border with Syria ? A big decision ?…

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories, Part Ten – Route 6 to Elvis

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Ten – Not Route 66, just Route 6, but at least there’s an Elvis.

Driving thru major cities and heavily populated areas do have some interesting places, but I reckon boredom could set in…so a quick discussion with myself, it is decided we will bypass those places and head toward Jerusalem and bypass to road 90 at the north end of The Dead Sea…and then will head NORTH ON 90. Then to much more exciting places. So now, I take the shortest route and get to Highway 6 (Kvish 6) to experience a short portion of that excellent highway.

I wrote a story elsewhere about that experience and its worth repeating here while we stop for a while at Herzl Forest and a quick visit to Engineering Forces Monument ( the highway story is told to you now while we take a coffee break…on the lawns at the monument.

Kvish 6 = Highway 6

Once, way back in the past – when I was still new to scootering – I remember vaguely having read something about an “Across Israel” (Highway 6) that was being built to be called Kvish 6. Then sometime later I read a sentence somewhere that the first 18 kilometers were ready and would be opened on some date or other. So, one day while scootering around, I came upon a road that was freshly tarred and was newly painted with pure white lines (being a new onramp >>> onto a new road).

So I asked a man in a van, “what is happening here?” He told me that Road 6 would be opening — in about 10 minutes, and IF I hung around I would be the first person to drive on it! About 10 minutes later, he told me to go!

The FIRST motor vehicle on the new highway was “me on my scooter”, going south…. no fanfare, no fuss, no cutting ribbons (this onramp was near Eyal Kibbutz. I rode those 18 kms on this beautiful, clean, smooth, well-built road with absolutely NO TRAFFIC. Later, one car went past me, and also an official “Road 6” patrol van.

So, all too soon I rode that 18 kms and went off at the new off ramp pointing to Rosh Ha’ayin, and rode to a coffee shop at a petrol station to drink a cup of coffee.

Then, about 30 minutes later, I decided to do the 18 kms going north….

NOW, this gets interesting… coz the new onramp is at the Head Offices of Kvish 6, and here was a big media event, TV people with cameras, newspaper people with cameras, many people with cameras… (except me, I never had a camera). There was a big party going on at the offices.

Many important dignitaries attended the “official opening”, and the “first drive,” which is from the office block going north — to the Eyal off ramp ~~> 18 kms.

I scooted in to the parking area and a woman ran up to me telling me “to get on the bus quickly, it’s waiting for me” (she thought I was a reporter from a newspaper). I soon sorted that out. So, I went into the lobby at the offices, a very posh affair with many people wearing suits.

I was given an orange juice and a cookie and a couple of maps, then someone told me I must leave… So a few minutes later I scootered on to the new 6 going ~~> north.

I noticed a few buses, many cars and vans and other vehicles were following me… as though I was the escort. After a short distance, all those vehicles overtook me and I guess I was at “the right-place at the right moment.”

I have since traveled several times on this beautiful, well planned, well built, well looked after, Kvish 6 highway, and also recently completed, now has two new twin filling-station-rest-rooms-shopping-complex on BOTH sides of the highway…. one way down south and the other up north. IT IS A DRIVING PLEASURE.

So I say…”Well done” and keep on adding new sections, and every time a new section was completed, I took a scoot to ride on it. The costs for a scooter are very little and I always feel safe riding on clean, litter-free roads. And all my trips have been in daylight hours.

A couple of times there were queries about the account that I received, but they were always solved by very pleasant personnel. I learned that much of the processes are automatically done to completion by computers, and the bill is clear and straightforward.

We need to squeeze a couple of hours visit to MINI ISRAEL…worth every minute and much more…all the model buildings and buses and trucks and soccer stadium and ports and cable-cars…and everything in Israel that is major importance is there in miniature….no problem with parking at the entrance, and obtaining a small electric golf cart to travel around in…Mini Israel is open on Saturdays, and is usually crowded so if you can manage during the week…better still.

Another couple of hours minimum is a must visit to the Armoured Brigade Military Museum at LATRUN where all sorts of armoured vehicles and tanks and many assorted vehicles of war that were captured from the enemies..during several wars. Pay an entrance fee and get some brochures, a movie in English explains and knowledgeable guides take you around and explain many things. (CLOSED ON SATURDAYS)… altho many captured vehicles can be seen if you drive a few hundred meters on the side road to the end of the fence. As usual, walking shoes and cameras always.

A short visit to the Monastery close by and a visit inside if you like climbing many steps…some days there are open air markets and food kiosks in the carpark.

Of course plan your day to visit NEWE SHALOM, close to Latrun, a neighbourhood where Israeli and Arab live side by side. A quick stop at the hotel lobby for some good brochures and then take a slow drive (or even a walk) through the streets and see what can be achieved.

Then we kadimah (move forward) coz our new journey has only just begun.

We pick-up route #1 and head toward Jerusalem..and at junction at Abu Ghosh we make a detour and head for ELVIS INN…this delightful restaurant that remains furnished in Elvis Presley times and hundreds of photos on the walls are a reminder as we sit at a table with Elvis Presley, and his music is always in the background. Excellent service from a small snack to a full meal, and if you drink a coffee, you get to take the mug as a souvenir.

I must mention the incredible toilets that cater for many tour buses that stop there. Outside in the carpark are many Elvis reminders including a magnificent “gold” statue of “The King Of Rock n Roll)..this is a “must” visit.

As we may start our day very early and finish very late, I’m not suggesting sleeping time but for the record I have slept over several times at Yitzchak Rabin Youth hostel…which is nicely placed for restaurants and for leaving the city without being snarled in traffic.

So, after Elvis Inn we stay on #1 and travel east til we get to #90…with a few short stops on the way to take pictures. 6 stops for 5 minutes each should be enough….you will decide what pics you want,
and at the end of #1 we coffeesnack at the same place we were at on an earlier time. We look at our mapatlas and plan our trip north on #90.

(Very much more exciting than driving thru built-up areas surrounded by highrise buildings and shopping malls).

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part Nine – North to Ashdod

By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Nine – North to Ashkelon and Ashdod

Eventually we leave Be’er Sheva and head north, decisions decisions ! Do we go on 31 and visit some places then on to 40 and north or do we go on 25 to north by the coastal route? Then on a future trip (a long way in the future) come back via 40, lets toss a coin., okay we go 25, so lets go.

We stop after a few minutes at Lon Park and drink a coffee under a tree, then again after a few minutes drive we are at a small airfield where a few private small planes are in the air, doing their thing. There are no facilities for visitors and we watch for a few minutes and chat with one pilot / owner, but he was anxious to fly and not to talk, and we continue and drive through a few moshavim with NO signs for coffeshop.

I must mention (again), that not in every place will be people walking around looking to make conversation with a stranger scooterer. I may drive thru and see some interesting “things” and put-on my “imagination cap” while I may watch workers in a field or some road construction or whatever.

I can safely say there are always things to see, then when I meet and talk to a person, that is a bonus. When they invite me to their home to drink a coffee, and they show me places nearby to visit, that is a double-bonus and happens ( but not frequently enough)

Also I need to use my common sense, like one time I asked a group of picnickers why they chose that particular place ?, I was invited to join in the Barmitzva barbeque, AND after a few minutes every adult guest was interested in what I did and where I went, and they ignored the Barmitzva Boy. I felt awfully guilty and said my goodbyes, but they would not let me go before they packed food and drinks for me, enough for 6 people.

ALSO a point to mention, if the main gate at the entrance to a moshav or a kibbutz is locked., (on a Saturday)..that means the place is inhabited by religious families, and you can park the vehicle at the main gate and walk to the place you are visiting.

Picture: Leaving Be’er Sheva at sunset. Roof of car in foreground

So, after our coffee at Lon Park we continue and pass several regional schools and agricultural farms where many hours would be needed for a simple visit, so we need to pass by and shortly we arrive at Yad Mordechai shopping mall with an excellent restaurant where we need a snack and coffee, and can purchase ornaments and spend a little time browsing around, also has a lovely nursery to buy plants and shrubs.

The Kibbutz Yad Mordechai is a few hundred meters further along and has a marvellous museum, ( again a few hours needed). Also time needed to watch the bees producing honey.

We pick-up route 4 and a short stop at a tiny neighbourhood called Bat Hadar which has a petrol station, and the owner told us to drive past the country club which has  a beautiful swimming pool.

A few minutes later we drive into Ashkelon, which has some lovely beaches and of course is a town with parks and gardens and needs many hours, so we force ourselves to take a few pictures, and drive on to Ashdod which has a major port and beaches and a marina and some amazing buildings for pictures.

And no matter how long we stay, it is never enough, and soon we will again be heading north….again….
and with my one front tooth I say..bye for now.

Picture: Alpaca farm just outside Mitzpe Ramon

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part Eight – Be’er Sheva

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Eight – Beer Sheva

We leave Arad on 31, and pass Arad Park and Tel Arad, and after travelling past several Bedouin areas and also seeing many camels on side of the road, we take a short detour into MEITAR, but my friends were not at home, so, I rode around a beautiful big park, and saw nice villas and homes with gardens, and after a while I rode out through tree line boulevard to the main road.

A quick ride through Omer neighbourhood that has many sculptures, new sports fields and much general development, and a unique industrial site with many sculptures. Then a visit to Tel Be’er Sheva archeological sites that has much uphill climbing and good views.

I did not visit the village of TEL SHEVA, but later I learned that many important festivities and celebrations happen there. (See google for interesting events).

I have been to Beer Sheva several times, and every time I find much of interest. My main HIGHLIGHT is the Airforce Museum just on north end, and that needs at least 1/2 day, with much to see, including videos inside a giant plane turned into a “cinema”, and many guided tours with explanations about the different aircraft. Also many good brochures are available.

In the center of Be’er Sheva I saw through the corner of my eye, a most unusual shape building, being (NACE) College of Engineering, where I was taken on a personal guided tour by the vice principal who gave many interesting explanations. Also needs time to look carefully at many pictures that represent optical illusions. I sat a while in quiet surroundings, inside the building and also in the gardens.

There is a large industrial area with large supermakets and stores of all types, and also many coffee shops and excellent eating places.

A few very interesting monuments are around the city and should plan to visit them all for a few minutes to take pictures. There are many small parks with benches in the shade, but dont spend too much time just sitting around.

I have also been a couple of times by train to Be’er Sheva, to spend many hours in the “Old City” and when I choose to stay over, I always spend nights at IYHA, ( Israel Youth Hostel Assoc.) An excellent information department is at Abrahams Well ( a must visit),where interesting videos are shown about the areas, and take brochures. I say its a good idea is to leave the car in the car park and walk to the Bedouin open market, OR walk to the “Old City”, or to the market (souk).

Thursday is BEDOUIN OPEN MARKET day, a “must see”, so anyone planning to visit should try to do on Thursday. I repeat there is much to see in Be’er Sheva, and also take a drive through the new developments, and see spectacular high rise apartments surrounded by beautiful parks and childrens playgrounds, right next to old historical buildings and old mosques and old railway station buildings.
Not to forget a visit to the new developments on east side of Be’er Sheva. There are also many small “memorial parks” and dont be shy to ask the locals some questions about anything unusual you may see.

Of course you will visit the municipal offices in the center of the city to obtain a map, then take a coffee at one of the many coffee shops in the new open air walking mall, where many official offices and departments are situated…dont forget good walking shoes and your camera.

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part Seven – Dead Sea, The Back of Masada, and Arad.

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Seven – Dead Sea, The Back of Masada, and Arad.

Then we start the scenic route uphill, finished with route 90 now on 31, and have your cameras ready for casual shots while driving… then after a couple of kilometers we stop at this viewsite with magnificent views of the Dead Sea and highway below us, and way in the horizons in 3 directions… once an Air Force transport plane passed by at eye level a few hundred meters from my nose ( I never possessed a camera at that time), and for a few seconds that plane gave me an unbelievable command performance ! and please don’t add to the mess already here you—yes you ! Place your garbage in to the garbage cans PLEASE.

Okay we travel a few hundred meters up to the next observation point for more pics of more magnificent views, and perhaps you will notice that many drivers will drive as quickly as possible and maybe will see nothing… now we climb again, and again have your cameras ready coz I may not be able to stop at the place where several motor bikes are placed as memorials to the drivers who got killed on that dangerous curve, and again we climb.

I will make a U turn and stop at a spot where only very few people will have seen this memorial on the other side of the “fence” — that has a “toy petrol tanker inside a round wheel” and the real truck at the bottom in the ravine…a couple of hundred meters down, rusting away over the years…..and then into Arad.

Digressing for a while, While sitting drinking coffee with some “friends” in Netanya… I mentioned I’m planning a trip to stay at Youth hostel in ARAD… Those ”friends” could tell me nothing about the place — but one of them said it is an “arid desert place”??

SO, when I rode in and came to the hostel, I was very lucky to get a [very simple] map at the hostel office… and off I went to explore. (Before the town was established it may surely have been “arid desert”, but this lovely town that came about, and still “grows” is built in an area where the climate is superb all round),

So I found a few viewsites and monuments and interesting looking buildings.. (the simple) map gave no details or explanations, and when I saw a sign “MASADA” I decided to ride there… NOW this is a quiet desert road with nothing to be seen and after a while I came across an oasis with lots of high palm trees, surrounded by a sturdy high wooden fence, and when I rode up to the gate I heard many dogs barking and when no one came.
I continued on the deserted desert road and eventually arrived at Masada, this is the back of Masada, and I saw 1 car at the tiny “office”— the ranger welcomed me with ice water and coffee and explained the place to me, and since I do NOT climb mountain paths… I didnt stay long.

I left after a while and back at the high fenced oasis, the dogs were still barking, so I rode back into Arad, to a petrol station, then bought some supper at the supermarket, and back to the dormitory bed, in a tiny room with 2 beds, the other chap kindly pointed that he will sleep on the top bunk, and as he spoke not even one word of English and neither a word of Hebrew… and I knew nothing in Italian, we didnt speak, but the communication was excellent.

Scooterer Stories – Part Six – Dead Sea and Beyond

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Six – Dead Sea and Beyond. Still aiming North, but with a backtrack Southward.

OKAY, we finally have to leave Masada, but lets quickly go to the cableway complex for a final look, and a fruit juice drink at the open air fruit juice stall on this large terrace outside.. (have cameras ready..) great juices and great views.

So, when you leave one place, before you blink your eyes many times, you are at the next place, this time the Kibbutz Mitzpe Shalem, also with these magnificent views and also the home of ARAVA beauty products, and has a lovely large cafetaria and shop. Inside the shop we were shown a video about the area and the products, and every day (exept Saturday) you can watch the factory machinery and workers through glass windows. As always the people are so friendly, and a continuous flow of buses and cars bring the visitors.

Metsukey Dragot, Hooray, finally, Oh well, on yet another follow-up visit on a beaut day (a Saturday morning) the weather fantastic, and travelling in a rent car, with a young man who comes from India, to work for short periods in hi-tec in Netanya. We drove into this magic place on top of the mountain, and immediately saw a group of young people sitting on a terrace, drinking cool drinks and drinking in the scenery of the Dead Sea, and the mountains.

We found the reception/entrance into to a lovely big coffeeshop, a big room with a big counter with stools and the other walls have low chairs with cushions and the tv set, and a door to the terrace. Here, Leah welcomed us and explained that this is a “hosting village”, that is always full to capacity on a Friday night, and also many religious people come to enjoy and relax…the full Saturday. Others come to climb and hike and do rappeling and mountain stuff, others come just to meditate, and walk on the mountain paths and climb rocks and also has a lovely play area for children. Then a couple of hours after sunset [on Saturday] the place almost empties and the weekenders travel away, relaxed, to their homes, (could be anywhere in Israel).

Anyway the 1 young lady and 3 fellows on the terrace gave us much info about their lifestyles and homes and jobs and their travels and their plans and hopes, and 1 single ibex perched on a high rock was “performing” for us. A large round low building is for “getting together”, also on the “other side” a bedouin tent, looks exactly as you may imagine from a bible story, where you sit on rugs and cushions and sip tiny cups of tea.


Certainly I will be back to sleep-over and have breakfast, in this magic place where you can see the sunrise and the sunset from the same spot. A couple of hours flew by and it was time to leave.

A few kms up the road at a sign “Ovnat” is this “out of this world” restaurant, made from a large container, with some colourful signs, and here I had my “best freshly made sandwich” and sat in the “middle-of-nowhere” eating and drinking, and seeing the scenery. After a visit to the most unbelievable toilet/building, then we need to carry on.

A few more scenic kms with sea on our right we see a high nondescript fence that you dont give a second glance ?
At the end of this fence is a sign pointing to the sea, and we turn in to Einot Tzukim (Ein Fashkha) for a visit and a walking lesson never to be forgotten.

We have a swim in a man made pool that is fed with fresh water from stream from the mountain. No filtration plant here, fresh water flows in from a stream, then flows out the other side to make its way into the dead sea. The place caters for picnickers and campers and hikers and outdoor types who love “roughing it”…nothing unusual about that, and some days during summer holidays, and Jewish festival days there will be thousands of people around this “open area”, loving the heat and what comes with that. (of course much garbage at the end of the day.)

The closed area [not open for the public] is called “The Hidden Reserve” and small groups are taken on a tour through this absolute paradise, which has many types of trees and shrubs and flowers and much of interest, also a large pond that is fed with fresh water from underground, that pond also has “fresh water fish” that have been introduced, just a few meters from the saltiest water on the planet. AMAZING, [ well done rangers. NO mess here.] The walking tour shows where the water line was in recent years and how the sea has receded, and current water edge is quite a distance from the road. A good tour with much information and I was amazed that the small children already know so much about nature. At the end of the tour we say our goodbyes to the people and the guides, and back on the road we now stop at a small sign (that we never saw before, that the rangers told us to look for) that shows the water level (painted on a rock) of about 100 years earlier. AGAIN AMAZING.

Also amazing is the friendliness of all the different rangers and guards that work there. My personal hat off to Adi who I met the first time when I was there on my scooter.(2001) Then on a later visit together with my daughter from South Africa, (2003) he gave the 2 of us a private guided tour through that magic “Hidden Reserve”.

Digressing for a moment , that, when together with another daughter and husband, also from S.A. we visited (on my birthday) April 2005, and found this unbelievable large crowd, we hung around quite a while, then left without seeing Adi and not visiting the hidden reserve) that was the busiest day of the “high season”, and probably the day with the most flies and probably the biggest mess to clean up… (cant win em all !)

A short drive to “Lido” where the regional council offices are, filling station and a coffee and eats place and a few pictures later we get going south again. (This is the “lowest point” on the planet (and for our trip) its the furthest point going north that we do on this plan, then we head back south.) reasons become clear, later

NOW, going south again a quick pop-in to Kibbutz Kalia, which also has b / b facilities and also own the date plantations across the road. We are invited into the dining room for a cuppa and a chat. Also on their kibbutz, is…

QUMRAN – is the place where in 1947, some Bedouin boys found unbroken pottery inside the caves, which contained the Dead Sea Scrolls, and now some areas have been excavated and ancient ruins found which tells the story of how it was living there in those times. On paying your entrance fee and receiving a brochure you go into an auditorium to watch a video about the place, then explore at the open excavations. A couple of hours with cameras, and imagination, and then some refreshments in the new complex with this shop and cafetaria. Dont look at your watches coz guaranteed the time has flown…so pleasantly ?

Now we have the return drive (south) and pop in to Mineral Beach for a quick look and a quick drink, ( this area also belongs to Mitspe Shalem where we went to Ahava shop.) We will be driving for a couple of hours til we get to Ein Bokek, (time for a short nap and to catch up on reading some of the brochures), and sightseeing, and a few stops to see the same views from different spots. Some rock sculptures on the side of the road commands us to stop for pictures, then a couple more stops at several bridges and viewsites, and finally we leave road 91 and go on scenic Road 31 up to Arad. (Now you can see why we backtracked south.)

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part Five – Ein Gedi

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Five – Ein Gedi

After many hours on top of Masada, ending with a visit to the shop to buy mementos, then a bed “anywhere in any place” is most welcome, and a cup of coffee and a chair under some palm trees is magnificent ! Thats the way it was at the “old hostel”, in the old rustic single-story building tucked away at the bottom of the mountain, and closed in by trees and shrubs and flowers, and in my opinion had “everything”, and was most charming. Also I was happy to meet some young South African volunteers who worked there, who gave me some of their time, and told me how they enjoy working at the hostel, and they also see some of the country.

Obviously, with progress and future planning, and the large groups of Israeli schoolchildren, and tourists from all over the world, that sleep over, eventually outgrew the “too small” premises, and the new sparkling modern building is now in demand.

The new complex has several floors and has elevators, and blends in with the landscape, and the beautiful views of the stark desert scenery is breathtaking, and the design of the building allows the magic scenery to be seen from many vantage points including the large dining-room and many balconies and from the rooms and dormitories as well.

The breakfast laid on in this great dining room has a variety of salads and herrings and cheeses and creams and cereals and breads and everything one eats at breakfast, beautifully laid out.

(On one occasion when I was the only person sleeping there on a Saturday night, the dining room should not have opened on that Sunday morning, but early that morning, a “plan was made”, and some kitchen staff from Ein Gedi Youth Hostel, drove down and prepared for me this breakfast, truly fit for a king, and attention like that can never be forgotten.)

Every meter and every minute the scenery changes, and every photo taken is a fantastic picture, whether in the shimmering heat of summer, or in the gray dark cloudy days of rainy season in winter.

On to Ein Gedi SPA where I gave myself a treat, and spent a few marvelous hours in the indoor facility that has sulfur pools and resting lobbies and indoor pools with more resting lobbies, and you hire a towel and a locker and “everything” is available including a shuttle-bus that took me close to the Dead Sea water, where I swam, ooops sorry, I “floated” on the hot salty water and then covered my body with black mud for a while then showered at outdoor showers, and traveled the shuttlebus back to the complex. More indoor swimming and pampering and more resting, then something to eat in the cafeteria.

Then on the road again, another few kilometers to Ein Gedi. ( Kibbutz, Youth hostel, Field School, Public beach, gas station and the MANY places to visit in that area).

Ein Gedi is an area I suppose can be described as a “world of its own”, and has Ein Gedi Kibbutz, well known for beautiful botanical gardens, beautiful sparkling blue swimming pool, and top market hotel accommodation, and is built high up on a ridge and has beautiful views in all directions.

At the Sea, a well looked after public beach and public amenities, restaurant, gas station and picnic spots, and all main tourist buses stop there, and people sit in the shade and eat their picnic meals. Then on the opposite side a few hundred meters into the valley, is David’s Stream with waterfall, and close by is the ancient Synagogue with original mosaics, and many ibex that perch on the rocks, and Ein Gedi Youth Hostel and Ein Gedi Field School.

ALL of these places have many stories, but here I try to give a couple of “must” tips…
1). A must, is take a walk to the waterfall and take a plunge under the falling water and shout loud that you “love it” while the ibex watch you !
2). A must, is a visit to the Field School behind the Youth Hostel which has a museum and a beautiful large lawn from where you can “drink-in-the-scenery” while the ibex watch you early in the morning when they walk on the lawns as though they own the place.
3). Another must is a swim/float in the Dead Sea at the Ein Gedi public beach.

I spent 2 nights at the Youth Hostel in Ein Gedi, and had 2 breakfasts in the bright airy dining room that looks on to the Dead Sea, also built in a beautiful setting, and very popular with tourists from overseas, and having seen and visited many stunning places including the waterfalls and the kibbutz gardens, and the Ancient Synagogue, and other interesting places and viewsites.

I then decided to go and “have-a-look” at the Field School above the hostel, a beautiful place in the mountain, lovely views and shady trees on a large green lawn and benches to sit on. When I learned that they also have hostel type room accommodation, I immediately booked-in for 2 nights.

A couple of highlights were meeting a group of students from Haifa University, 4 fellas and a girl who invited me to have coffee with them, and they told me many interesting stories about themselves. One chap, Dani had previously worked in a main tourist hotel and was given a “travel book” by a visitor who was checking out. Dani posted that book to me as a gift, and I consult that excellent gift often.

Later a group of Christians from South Africa, who were touring Israel [ in a 55 seater bus and a 14 seater minibus ] put on their colorful”Lesotho outfits” and did some “African folk-dancing” on the magnificent lawns of the field-school grounds, while the ibex family stood at cliff-edge watching them dancing and singing.

I was there with a young chap, Warren, from S.Africa who was working as a volunteer at the Youth Hostel, who earlier persuaded me to take a slow walk to the waterfall, and play in the water, while the other ibex family watched us. After watching the dancers, Warren and I were invited to join the group at the EIN GEDI beach and to share their lunches, so we had about 6 lunches with different small groups.

And the pleasant “happenings” just continue, coz later that evening another invitation to go with a couple (sister and brother ) to see the “Masada at night – light and sound” show, a very long drive through Arad to the “back of Masada” to see this excellent “show”, from this large outdoor “theater”. The show is on only once-a-week, and is with lights and sounds and smoke, and with the headphones in English giving the full description. Then the long drive back. And that’s how the stories grow, AND THAT IS HOW THE DAYS FLY BY.
At every place I chat with the workers and office staff and local tourists, and tourists from all over the world, and every chat is a story, and all these wonderful stories would take hundreds of hours to relate.

Has anyone been to Metsokei Dragot ?

I saw the sign on route 90 a few kms north of Ein Gedi, and took a ride up the scenic winding narrow road, a few kilometers to the top, a tiny enclosed area with a few homes and buildings, next to a tower lookout, and incredible 360 degree views of horizon, desert, mountains and Dead Sea.

The place is world-famous for “rough mountaineering”and hard-hiking and snappelling and climbing etc.. I was there to see the sunrise, and did not try to wake any people up for conversation and an explanation. I saw a couple of small children playing, but they did not speak English, SO I knew I would return another time !

My follow-up visit a couple of months later, in the rent car, was on a rainy day and the road was partly under water in places, and visibility was poor, SO I made a U-turn. SO, in my planning, my next visit will be on a sunny day, in the middle of the morning, and I hope to find someone to give me some explanations ?

Something to look forward to.

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part Four – North to Masada

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Side Note: Louis has a new Vespa, 50 years later. Left: Louis in 1955, Right: Louis in 2005.

Part Four – North to Masada

By the way, I never go anywhere without my “NEW ISRAEL ROAD ATLAS” an excellent atlas full of interesting information, and excellent easy-to-read maps with distances and translations of words and other information as well, like interchanges and mountain heights, etc. I have a couple of the “big” size in English, and also the smaller ones, and also 1 small size in Hebrew, which is more up-to-date.

I also carry 1 Fold-Up map of the whole country [also in English] because it is easy to read, anywhere anytime. I know that without these atlas maps I would go nowhere. For hikers, the complete “ISRAEL TRACK” is shown, with a thin-pink-line from far-north all the way to Eilat, also railway lines and stations are shown with a thin-black-line. So I will go nowhere, without my Israel Road Atlas, [published by Mapa-Mapping and Publishing.]

Okay, now that we have a map-atlas, and we are leaving Ir Ovot, we will “fill-up” at En Hatzeva, and while we have a coffee, before we carry on north I’ll reminisce a little, and explain a few places that I rode on previously.

Once on a simple short-drive out of Eilat, just after the Border Crossing, I turned right and rode into the fields just to look n see [if anything]. I found gravel roads a couple of hundred meters east of the highway close to the Jordan border, and did find some interesting things…One lone palm tree with a sign “Dekel Dom” in English, explains that that particular tree is the last of that species growing in the area, and none will be seen or found north of that spot, then a short distance north I came to another site at Ein Evrona [Oasis], a beautiful spot in the middle of nowhere in this desert, with a few very tall date or palm trees, to give shade, a really lovely peaceful spot just a few hundred meters from the busy Route 90, and where a few people left a pretty ugly big mess when they missed the garbage cans and their rubbish lay on the desert sand ! Then again, a couple more kilometers north I came to this different BIG tree that gave shade to concrete tables and benches that about 30 people can sit and enjoy their picnic, and again, obviously enjoy leaving this unbelievable mess. This tree is only a few meters from the highway, but I doubt if any tour bus would stop at this magic spot

A few hundred meters further on [out of curiosity] I rode on the other side of the highway into this deserted military base [sign Be'er Ora ], and I found everything just ”rotting away” in the open, I saw some faded writing on the walls of the wooden buildings [U S Army] [Marine cap log ?] and many useable items of clothing and buckets and chairs etc. just dumped in a big mound, but no person to ask some questions. [I imagined the place to look exactly like a Hollywood film studio set].

Another short ride north again I came to and wanted to visit the new giant landfill, but without a permit I was not allowed to enter, and there I learned that Be’er Ora was being rebuilt to be a new neighborhood, with luxury apartments and homes in this oasis in the middle-of-the desert. At this spot I also watched several eagles floating in the thermal, not very high, and giving me a marvelous”performance”. Just before ending that little drive, I went to Kibbutz Elifaz [ next to Timna ] where I discovered some South Africans have settled, and also other S. African volunteers work in the dairy and do all sorts of chores. They also have some lovely chalets that are for bed and breakfast accommodation, and on and on, I go, and I get all this info, to look and imagine.

Continuing north, I specifically bypassed Kibbutz Yotvata and the Yotvata Reserve as I would need more than one full day to visit those places in the kibbutz, and in the “KHAI BAR”, (also called the Yotvata Salt Desert), where a variety of animals roam free.

On an earlier visit I stopped for coffee and a short visit at 101 INN where road 90 meets 30, but the visit was not long enough, but I did learn some most interesting facts about the owner, who was in a parachute unit (101) and at some time (many years earlier) he was granted some land, and he chose this spot being 101 kilometers from Egypt border at Taba Crossing in Eilat, and that he flew a paraglider into Jordan, and met with the Jordanian King.
[ You can see that another visit to these places is absolutely necessary.]

SO now we will ride north to MASADA, and on the way I made quick look-see visit to moshav Ein Tamar and found a lovely shop that sells pottery and art, then another quick visit to Ne-Ot Hakikar where I visited a home that advertises bed and breakfast accommodation, and after a coffee and chat with Malka, I carried on.

For my scootseeing, riding a few kilometers out of the way is never a problem, and I see a few more places.

A quick stop at the Regional Council offices in Neve Zohar, and took some maps, and rode to Ein Bokek, a resort with many very smart and very expensive hotels, with every amenity for leisure and pleasure at the Dead Sea.

My budget allows for coffee and a cookie at a local outdoor eating place, then more scooting and stopping to look-see, a short stop at some rock sculptures, then into the Masada National Park complex, and the brand new Youth Hostel at the foot of the mountain in this quiet desert, where I always stay overnight in a dormitory, and that comes with a great breakfast.

On July 18th 2000, I was scootering around the Dead Sea areas, and sleeping at youth hostel at Masada. I decided to go with the cable-car to the top of Masada, and spend 1 hour walking around ? I remembered that I had visited the top on a previous visit in 1975. I had with me a little book I bought in 1975, titled THIS IS MASADA , and when buying a ticket for the cable-car, I showed the book to the ticket-lady, and to my absolute amazement she noticed that I had bought the book exactly 25 years earlier on the same date, July 18th 1975. [The Masada date-stamp is in the inside front cover ]. So she ran to show the book to the manager. He was too busy to come-out to say hello.

I took the cable-car and when I got off I knew there are many steps still to climb, and after a slow painful climb reached the top. At the entrance one of the staff called to some others ” That’s him” ? then Shlomi [maintenance manager] who spoke pretty-good English, came over and “welcomed” me. Shlomi invited me into his workshop, [in the wall], sat me down and with a few of his staff, and together drank coffee and ate cookies!

He told me that the ticket-lady told him on the intercom about the date 25 years earlier ! When I told him that I ride all around Israel on my scooter, he was amazed, [ the security man at the covered parking had already told Shlomi that a man who rides a scooter was in the complex ! ]

Then Shlomi gave me some maps [of Masada] and told some tour guides and tourists about this man who rides the scooter! Now this becomes interesting, I rented headphones, that when you press a number you listen to the story about that particular spot where you are standing. Now this was so interesting, listening to the stories, that I stayed another 6 hours [ not rushed by a tourguide] and really understood about the place!

Every so-often one of the staff checked-up on me and brought me cold water, and insisted I join them to eat and drink. I was overwhelmed by the hospitality of the staff at these different places on the top of Masada. Its amazing how popular a scooter can be.

You can visit many Masada sites on Internet.

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part Three – The Arava, Timna Park to Ir Ovot

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Three – The Arava, Timna Park to Ir Ovot

The first time I went to Timna Park, was with a friend, who drove me there in his car, just to see where it is, and after about 20 minutes of driving in the park, we drove out.

The next morning, on my scooter, I left Eilat very early and saw the pointer-sign to Timna Park, and after a bit of wondering, decided to go in again and stay about 1 hour or so. After paying at the entrance and getting a brochure in English, I went to see the excellent video presentation at the cinema, and after an excellent video on a big screen, I now had a better idea of what is there.

I was the only person inside the park at that early hour, and at the Bedouin tent the kitchen staff said they would make breakfast for me in 30 minutes. I strolled around the lake and looked in at the different facilities, and drove around to nearby places on the scooter, taking in the magnificent scenery and absolute silence. AWESOME !

I returned to the breakfast which was enough things to eat for 4 people, and the staff, (with virtually no English), fussed over me as though I was a king, and when I was finished they packed all the food into plastic containers for me to take-away.

A few workers were arriving and 3 men who watched me scootering around, invited me for coffee and chat in their tiny office, (a converted container with airconditioner and refrigerator full of food and bottles of water etc.) When I mentioned it was my birthday that day, they insisted that I drink coffee with them and out of the refrigerator came cookies and biscuits, another marvellous party.

They were mainly in charge of the Tabernacle and other places that needed maintenance. (None of the rangers or staff had ever seen an older man riding a scooter at Timna, so my scooter was a talking-point.) Bikers on big motor-cycles do go there. A personal guided tour at the Tabernacle was an eye-opener with full explanations, then they gave me some tips for the other places I should visit where a lot of walking is necessary, and they told me of short-cuts and staff parking places where I could leave the scooter, and that would reduce the walking.

The many steps that need to be climbed were not for me, but still the entire place is full of surprises, and always in this wonderful desert surrounded by these cliffs and mountains and fresh-air and peace.

Many vehicles and some buses were arriving and now lots of people all over the places, looking, climbing, hiking, sailing on the lake and just doing their thing, and I had stayed 6 hours. Again I know that future visits are needed, and also to climb a few of those steps and do some slow walking.

101 Inn

101 INN is exactly 101 kms from Taba Border crossing, where route 13 meets route 90 at Menukha Junction.

At the end of one of the earlier wars, some high ranking officers in IDF were given an opportunity to receive some land, and this place was chosen by an IDF officer (hero) connected to parachuting, and paragliding, plus, He was in “parachute company number 101. Once he paraglided into Jordan and the then King of Jordan “saluted” him.

There are animal shows and a small museum and also b/b available, and much more…a very popular stopping place. and a wonderful adventure-place for children which includes animal rides, and an amusement park, as well as many eating kiosks. Buses carrying tourists from all over the world stop there. (to and from Eilat).

Anybody visiting 101 can see his parachute at the entrance into one of the “shows”, and should ask to read newspaper articles, especially a full page story from City Lights (an insert magazine in the Jerusalem Post at that time).

A few lines about a few places in the Arava.

I spent 3 days scootering around down south, visiting and seeing places, in the Arava Valley, sleeping 2 nights in b / b at Moshav Ein Yahav run by Rina, very pleasant accomodation, and an excellent breakfast brought to the room. Her husband Gidi, took me in his jeep, for a personal guided-tour of the moshav, and explained many interesting facts about growing fruit and flowers and vegetables, under cover in greenhouses, and the land allotted to each family for living area and growing areas, most interesting.

He explained about the usage of water allocated by computers and about the different crops that are grown. I learned a lot from him. He also took me to a monument on high ground, which has English explanations, written on metal plaques, about these places.

I rode on the Peace Route [ Derech Hashalom] going north, thru Ein Yahav and along desert areas, and visited the Australian monument, which is situated close to a friendly border with Jordan, and under a covered pergola, many interesting facts about the area, are explained in English on metal plates, and a wild fox scampered away, not wanting to be photographed.

Riding into Idan, I saw 2 men on motorbikes, chatting, they welcomed me to their moshav and also gave me some explanations about the crops and other information. I rode around a few streets and found this incredible red-flowered tree, then on the way out, I saw the signboard with the story about The Peace Route.

Then a few minutes ride back to Route 90. (By the way, on a previous trip in the rented car, I asked a woman standing at the bus stop, if there are some things to see at those places down the road, and she replied that there is nothing much, only a couple of farms.) Oh boy, was she wrong, maybe only 1000 things and stories at those places down there.

A short ride and I was at Ir Ovot also known as Biblical Tamar, this time [being my third visit], I met with Ernst who is a volunteer who does all sorts of maintenance and carpentry and builds things all around the places. He gave me a tour and showed me the 2300 year-old tree, and explained about the archeological diggings, and the buildings, and he showed me where the volunteers, (mainly from U.S.A.) stay when they come to attend to many projects.

He also showed me a video about how a hot-water well was discovered nearby, and he took me in his mini bus to the source a couple of kilometers up the road, and he showed me the pipes that brings natural hot water to an open-air bath in an enclosed area in the grounds of Ir Ovot. I see that everything is of a great deal of interest. Ernst then introduced me to Asher who is the manager of the complex and he handles the volunteers and visitors. I am hoping to volunteer for some days, and do what I can at that most interesting place.

A tiny ride to Ein Hatzeva to the filling station and self-serve restaurant, outside the moshav fence, where I met the drivers of 2 red Ferrari’s which was doing some sort of rally around Israel.

While riding inside the moshav En Hatzeva I saw peacocks strutting freely in the street, showing off their magnificent feathers. There is a lovely small zoo behind a fence, with an assortment of animals, a very lovely peaceful place.

A ride further south and I came upon a sign, with arrows pointing into the Sapir industrial site to the premises of Dr. Green and Fountain of Youth, so I took a ride in. I saw a long building, and at the far end a lovely garden setting with a fairly large parking lot. Dr. Green is a company that sells Natural-health products and has a big showroom in the building, and includes a lovely Chinese Restaurant.

I had a nice chat with Dari, who works in the showroom, but were disturbed by tour buses arriving and passengers wanting to be served. I had a plate of Wotnot soup then walked to the Fountain of Youth, and watched the water flowing down rocks into a pool, another very lovely peaceful place.

Then a short ride into the Kibbutz Sapir, where I found the delightful Chen in the tourist office, she gave me a coffee and some maps and some good information about many nearby places, and introduced me to her twin sister who works in the next office. Sometimes I get the best information at the end of a visit, and that begins the planning of future trips to other places not yet seen in the Arava Valley areas.

Now, we take a break, while I will tell you about my first and second visits to Ir Ovot. I drove away from Netanya early on a Saturday, (in rented car), and doing some sightseeing driving around with many stops, and taking a really l-ooo-n-g roundabout route to get to Masada (hostel). Through Yerocham on road 225 and a lovely scenic road to “coloured sands”,a fascinating place to take some red and yellow and other colored sand. ( I suggest you take empty bottles). And then on to road 227, which has some lovely viewsites, and breathtaking scenery from viewsites, and a few memorials that need climbing up steps.

Then driving down the steep descent to the bottom of the scenic road, I saw a small sign pointing to Ir Ovot , (very close to the junction, where Road 90 sign points north to Dead Sea and south to Eilat.) That is where Ir Ovot is, and when I drove in I saw a few isolated buildings and some caravans (permanent) and some archeological excavations. I walked around a little in this seemingly deserted place, and as I was driving out, I saw a lady open the door of a caravan, and we spoke a while.

Mary explained about the place that was once an agricultural kibbutz, and that over time and circumstances, the excavations and the pottery discoveries, became the main function of the place and that the pottery idols and artifacts found there are now in famous museums. She invited me to walk around to see all the excavations and diggings, but as it was late afternoon and the sun was setting, so I drove on to the Youth Hostel at Masada.

I returned the following week, and had a fantastic personal guided tour with Mary, who is not a young lady and has been a volunteer at Ir Ovot for many years. Ir Ovot is currently looked after by volunteers mainly from the USA. A very fascinating person, in a very fascinating place, full of interesting excavation sites and history, and her experiences and knowledge will force me to return for another guided tour.

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part Two – Eilat

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer
Published January 2005

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

Part Two – Eilat

Everywhere, everyplace, many hundreds of times, I’ve approached a stranger with the opening words “Do you speak English?”

“Most times the answer is ”A leetle “.The most times when I tell them that I speak Hebrew ”A leetle” comes this great smile! And then I ask my questions. And always I get welcome replies with some suggestions and info.

These short chats are of great value to me.

The City of Eilat

Eilat, on the Red Sea with a fantastic climate is a draw card for holidaymakers from all over the world. There are many beaches, some camping sites with all types of sea water activities and facilities, and eating places and coffee places with some modern smart hotels, and “shady places” as well. There are also shady places to sit on promenades and during holiday times the buses from the North bring holidaymakers, and the airplanes land at the airport which is in the centre of Eilat and is next to the main road.

Like any Port city, there are characters of all descriptions; long haired weirdoes, bald head ordinaries, lots of bikini clad mermaids, and some mothers and children as well, and there are open markets and many benches to sit on.

I suppose some must-sees would be the Oceanarium -Yellow Submarine, the Dolphin Beach & Diving site, the Eilat Lagoon and marinas, and new Lagoon Park. Also the shopping malls, the parks, maybe the floating casinos, and bird sanctuary, and when you have a map, available from most hotels, you can pick and choose the places of your desires. If you feel like a camel ride or a jeep tour, those are also available.

Also, I suggest a drive around the city to see the old neighborhoods, and the new smart high-rise apartment buildings, and again the fancy hotels, and everything and anything.
Let Google find Eilat, and see for yourself!

So for whatever length of time you choose to stay in Eilat, we can start right now on our tour !

Let us first take some time, perhaps, one hour, to ride on Route 12, maybe as far as Red Canyon for a look and a little walk, then back to Route 90 and north, and a short look-in at Kibbutz Elot on the left to look at the little zoo which the kids will love.

One very beautiful morning (early) I was riding in the mountains on route 12 just outside Eilat, and I stopped to look at sea view through binoculars, and I noticed 2 men at the “bottom of the road” with telescopes and other equipment. I rode down to them and after the usual “Do you speak English” opening, I asked if they were involved in “road-building” They politely told me “No” and that they were counting birds, and pointed up and “Sshhh”

Then when I looked up I saw these hundreds of birds flying in the thermal and coming in close to the cliff and they continued to come into view (hundreds of these magnificent birds)!

Then as soon as the shops opened I went to buy a “bird-book” and I went straight to the bird sanctuary to discover other amazing “things” And I now have some new “interest” in birds, thanks to the 2 bird counters, who gave me a few seconds of their time to give me a quick explanation and tell me the birds are Honeybuzzards.

Later I met them again at the bird sanctuary and again they were busy, but gave me coffee from their flasks. So, just another small, great, happening at the right moment in time.

At the entrance to Eilat on Route 90 is the Arava Border Crossing into Jordan, which I rode past a couple of times always wondering “what?” So I rode to the kiosk which had an opening facing the car-park, and bought a cool-drink and had a tiny chat through the opening with the occupant. He invited me into his kiosk and I received a special visitors card allowing me to go through the gates to get to the kiosk door.

He invited me to join him for breakfast that he was preparing for himself, and he told me many stories and happenings in his life, and about his family. Because of a drop in tourism, almost no people were coming to cross into Jordan, so his plans for expansion and renovation were ended.

While chatting, I told him that day was my birthday, so he went to a shelf and opened a bottle of wine to celebrate my birthday, and our meeting. Then he told me about a few places I should visit in and around Eilat.

Regrettably, on my following visit, the kiosk was closed. Right place at the right time?

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.

Scooterer Stories – Part One – Introduction

Scooterer Stories
By Louis the Scooterer

Part One – Introduction

The travels of Louis the Scooterer, a retired former South African who has found an unusual way of getting to know Israel.

This whole “travel idea” began, because of “those people” who told me that I’m crazy to “drive in Israel”! That was when I first arrived on Aliya, on 31st October, 1999. So my mission, or my “mishugass”, is that I want to drive on every road and visit every place, where permitted, on my scooter. Every direction, NEWS, or North. East. West and South, plus, during the rainy-season continue in a cheap-rent-car.

Most of my trips are spontaneous, and a few have been planned, and its ongoing and going-on and must never end. I live in Netanya and ride all around Israel on a scooter, and have some interesting numbers to play with. I am One single male, riding a two-wheeled scooter for four years I have been to four seas, Kinneret, Med, Red and Dead. And now the numbers jump. I have traveled sixty five thousand kilometers, on a 50 cc scooter, now on my sixth scooter. I reckon I take two minutes to ride one kilometer so I’ve sat on the saddle for a hundred and thirty thousand minutes and each minute I’ve seen at least two nice things.

So that’s about two hundred and sixty thousand nice things. Has anybody out there seen two hundred and sixty thousand nice things lately? However a question of numerics arises; about a thousand birds flying, is that one thing or a thousand things? Or a herd of a hundred Camels, one or a hundred things? I have been to hundreds of places, spoken to thousands of people, and add to this the millions of experiences….

I have been on all-sorts of roads from excellent highways to back roads, sand roads and tracks. I have seen hundreds of good petrol-stations, many with coffee-shops, and little supermarkets attached. I have seen thousands of good drivers, yes and a few bad ones as well. By the way, more than twelve other scooter riders have said they want to ride with me, but none have as yet ! So, as one male on one two-wheeled scooter, I continue…..

You can drive the length of Israel in a few hours from Eilat down south to the Mt Hermon ski site, the furthest place North. But you wouldn’t see much that way, except for the scenery flashing by,and further to left or right you will see trees and mountains, and wonder what’s out there, and suddenly you have driven the full length. And some people would say “Wow, we saw all of Israel” !

For this Internet journey we will start in Eilat and we will pay a few interesting visits to places all the way up north to Mt Hermon. We will go together, northwards and then westwards, and then southwards once more, and in every direction. And I will take you for short visits to some incredible places.

Louis the Scooterer is 69 years old and it sounds like he’s just getting started.