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.