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,

and the twin (one-way) wooden bridges seen below

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.

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

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

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.

Dodging Rocks in the Holy Land

By Patrick Mascoe

I am not a Jew, nor am I a Palestinian. But for one month this summer, Jerusalem was my home.  During my time there, I had the opportunity to travel through Jerusalem’s Jewish and Arab neighborhoods and into the West Bank.  Reading about the Israeli-Palestinian struggle from the other side of the world is really no match for observing it from within.  When I read a journalist’s rendition of the Middle-East conflict I notice how in vogue it seems to criticize mighty Israel and defend the oppressed Palestinians.  Other journalists inevitably stay on the politically correct neutral path claiming both sides are to blame for the on-going dispute.  The trouble I have with these views is that this is not what I saw.

As I stepped off the bus in front of my hotel, the first thing that caught my attention were the two soldiers on the corner decked out in full military gear.   Both were carrying Uzis and looked ready to use them if necessary.  I noticed that they weren’t the only ones carrying weapons.  The hotel security guards all carried side arms.  Within five minutes of my arrival into Jerusalem I realized that guns are a way of life here.  For Israelis, guns are merely accessories, much like cell phones.  Later that evening I also saw how security had permeated the Israeli mindset.  Going to a grocery store required a search of my knapsack by armed guards, before passing through metal detectors.  Outside on the street, soldiers were sweeping for bombs under parked cars.  My immediate thought was who lives like this?  My next thought, is this really necessary?

Israelis live everyday under the threat of violence.  Hamas in the West Bank openly and vocally support the destruction of Israel. They believe that the land was consecrated to Muslims by God and is not negotiable.  Israel fights with Hezbollah in Lebanon and Syria and battles daily with countless militant groups in Gaza.  Insert into the mix Iranian president Mahmoud (the Holocaust never happened) Ahmadinejad and his continual threats aimed towards Israel.  Include the fact that the entire Muslim World seems to be siding with the Palestinians, and that a number of them are willing to fight on their behalf.  Add it altogether and you see why Israelis seldom smile.

The sad reality of life in Israel is that yes, you always need to be on high alert.  I almost learned this the hard way one day while sightseeing.  After visiting the Mount of Olives, three colleagues and I decided to walk back to the Old City. Along the way we stopped and watched a group of Hassidic Jews immersed in prayers.  Suddenly, a rock, the size of my fist, landed a few feet to my left.  There was no traffic at the time and no instant answer as to where this rock had come from.  Someone yelled out, “Take cover, they’re throwing them from up there.”  Sure enough, from the Temple Mount, people were throwing rocks at the Hassidic Jews below.  The fact that I wasn’t Jewish didn’t seem to matter.  The fact that Hassidic Jews are a non-violent sect of Jews who refuse military service didn’t seem to matter.  The fact that the Temple Mount is considered a holy sight to Muslims didn’t seem to matter to those throwing the rocks.  The rocks finally stopped, the Jews kept praying, and life simply carried on.   Welcome to the Holy Land.

The internal administration of the Temple Mount was handed over to the Muslim council by the Israelis as a gesture of good will. They did so under the agreement that both Jews and Christians would have access to visit the sight.  I tried three times and every time I was turned back with the same message, “Muslims only.” So much for good will; at least no one threw a rock at me this time.  Coincidently, I was never turned away by Israeli Security from entering the Western Wall.  Judaism’s most holy site is open to all. Unlike the Temple Mount, which is considered the third most holy site in the Islamic world, after Mecca, and Medina.  It is also considered sacred to Jews as it is the site where Abraham bound and almost sacrificed his son Isaac.  Unfortunately, the Temple Mount is also the site of a great deal of controversy between Muslims and Jews.

Regrettably, this was a trend that often repeated itself during my time in Israel.  I had read in my guide book and had been told by local Israelis that it was not safe to travel into any of the areas that were under the Palestinian Authority, such as Jericho and the City of David. Another area that was considered out of bounds was entering the West Bank and visiting Bethlehem.  However, being a Christian and coming all the way to Israel, I simply had to see the birthplace of Jesus.  Much to the dismay of my Israeli friends, off I went.

Crossing from Jerusalem into Bethlehem requires going through the eight meter high separation wall that is today at the heart of much public debate.  For Israelis the wall is in place for their protection.  According to David Horovitz, Editor in Chief of the Jerusalem Post, before the wall was erected and during the second intifata, Israeli citizens never knew if they would make it home from work each day.  Bombs were going off every second day. The security wall has been the reason for the radical reduction in suicide bombings in Israel.

Those opposed to the wall feel it disrupts the movement and lives of thousands of Palestinians trying to get to work or school and that it stifles the West Bank’s economy and drives more Palestinians to extremism.   One of my colleagues saw the wall as an oppressive barrier that demeans the Palestinians and referred to the West Bank as an Apartheid State.  When I asked him if he would like to travel into Bethlehem with me his answer was a quick “No I don’t think it would be safe to go there.”  So, is it the wall that oppresses the Palestinians or is it their actions behind the wall that restricts their development as a people?   The answer is probably a bit of both.

While going through the checkpoint into Bethlehem, I was surprised by the large number of Palestinians that possessed Israeli work permits.  One gentleman told me they were easy to get and that there is always work to be had.  As you leave Israel the last thing you see on the separation wall is a giant sign wishing, “Peace Be With You.”  Once on the other side of the wall, now under Palestinian Authority, you are met with various messages of graffiti, none of which make you feel very welcome or secure.  I saw the Star of David with a swastika through it, which might explain why there are no Jewish tourists. Slogans such as, “Death to America,” apparently $100 million in economic aid buys you little love in the West Bank, and “Globalize the Intifata,” advertising suicide bombers, may prove to be a poor way of attracting tourism.   To be fair in Jerusalem I did see a painting on a wall of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad with bunny ears. However, within two days it had been painted over.  The graffiti in Bethlehem has been there for a while and I would be willing to bet it won’t be painted over any time soon.

Once inside, and traveling around Bethlehem, the Palestinians that I met seemed very nice.  I ate at one restaurant and spoke openly with the owner who told me he had no problems with Jews and at one time they had all lived side by side.  He felt the wall was responsible for hurting his business and stifling the Palestinian economy.  He seemed like a pleasant, open-minded fellow. “We just want to live in peace and have our independence.”  If only his fellow countrymen felt the same way.  The problem again is that what I heard wasn’t what I saw.  Outside the restaurant, plastered along the walls of the buildings, were posters commemorating the deaths of the Palestinian suicide bombers.  Looking back into Israel you could see where smaller walls have been built around Jewish neighborhoods to help defend them against the small arms fire that occasionally gets aimed their way from Bethlehem.  One cannot claim to want peace and independence while supporting suicide bombers and a political ideology that calls for the destruction of your neighbor.

Israel is not without fault with regards to their conflict with the Palestinians.  Israelis themselves will tell you this.  But from what I saw and experienced in my short time there, was that the tolerance I witnessed by the Israelis was far greater than any I saw on display from the Palestinians.  Most Israelis accept that the Palestinians should have their independence.  Most Palestinians reject the idea that Jews have a right to a national existence in the Middle East.  Palestinians claim that the Israelis are stopping them from gaining independence, yet, three times it was offered to them and three times they turned it down.  Israelis feel the Palestinian Authority needs to guarantee and provide Israeli security.  According to a 2007 Pew Global Attitudes survey, 70% of Palestinians support suicide attacks.

The real irony here for Palestinians is that their independence is within reach.  In all honesty, why would Israel even want the West Bank?  The assimilation of millions of Arabs would be a complete nightmare for the Jewish State.  The demographic landscape would surely change with their arrival.  Palestinians want independence, but along with that right comes responsibilities.  The Palestinians need to recognize Israel’s right to exist.

The fact is Israel does exist and has existed for close to sixty years. In 1949, after Chiang Kai-Shek lost the Chinese civil war to Mao Zedong, he moved his government to Taipei.  Mao Zedong declared that government an illegitimate entity, yet today Taiwan is universally recognized as a legitimate country.  Pakistan was formed in 1947 as a result of Muslim separation from India. These countries, even those established by violence – once established – become part of the international community and are not forever denounced. Present Palestinian leader Mahmoud Abbas, must do what Yasser Arafat never wanted to do and that is accept the U.N. offer of a two-state solution.

The Palestinians must come to an agreement of peace with the Israelis and keep their word.  The desire to reach a peaceful settlement would be done not due to any change of heart that they have erred in their disdain for Israel, but instead out of need for the development and well-being for the people of Palestine.  As long as Israel feels the need to have to defend itself, walls, road blocks, and security checks will all remain.  Both sides claim to want peace – but until the Palestinians start showing that the love of their children and their future is greater than their hatred of Israel, there will be no peace in the Middle East.

Patrick Mascoe is a well published freelance writer who has in the past shared travel articles with the readers of the-vu. He has just returned from Jerusalem where he was one of ten Canadians to receive an academic scholarship to study this summer at Yad Vashem. While in Jerusalem he had the unique opportunity to travel into the West Bank. This is a first hand account of actual events.

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 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 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.

Fizzrail and Ballystein

By Jeffrey the Barak

Once upon a time there was a land in the Middle East that contained a variety of ancient peoples. There weren’t a lot of people by today’s standards, about as many as you might find in a small country town in Yorkshire or California, but there they were, white, brown and black tribal people who had migrated to the land which was eventually to become Fizzrail or Ballystein, depending on your point of view.

Technology imported from the Far East, Africa and the future Iraq enabled these exceptionally intelligent and beautiful primitives to develop a widespread agricultural society. Although they were of a variety of racial backgrounds, they were essentially one nation. They lived in peace together apart from the occasional territorial squabble, which at worst, led to a bout of warlike activity resulting in the deaths of a few hundred young adult males here and there.

Unfortunately something happened around three and a half thousand years ago that spoiled the whole thing. That thing which happened is known today as monotheism, or belief in one God. As far as we can tell, no one in our inconceivably ancient world ever believed in God until around a mere three and a half thousand years ago. The intellectuals at the time devised a whole new world history and using the best knowledge available from their discussions they decided to figure out the age of the universe from the time of its “creation” until their present time. The result of which can be seen today in the Glueish calendar year of 5760.

Anyway, some of the people in the region, missed out on this new fad and so it came to pass that some people ended up being Glueish, and some hereto identical people ended up becoming the local Larabs.

As time went by, a lot of the Glueish people decided to leave and spread themselves around their flat world with its heaven in the sky above. Some went to Southern India and ended up disappearing. Some went to China and also disappeared. Some went to Ethiopia, but it’s said that the Ethiopian Glues might actually have joined in the fun in more recent years. Many went to Spain, and many more went to Russia and Eastern Europe, including a large number of tiny countries that would eventually become Germany.

A lot of people were a little unsettled by the Glues and their different way of doing things so in many cases mass murders were used to make the locals feel better. This became quite a tradition, celebrated even today by ugly white kids with very short hair.

But even bigger than all of that, the next big thing happened back in Fizzrail and Ballystein. An exceptionally cool intellectual by the name of Cheezers popped up and made a whole bunch of people feel great with his radical new concepts based on peace and love. The ideas seemed to be free of charge at first, but there was a hidden price. Just as with Gluedyism a millennium and a half earlier, the followers of Cheezers had to suspend their disbelief and therefore their rationality by using a tool known as faith and accept wholeheartedly the idea of an all-powerful being who had created everything in the universe.

After Cheezers had been executed in the usual disgusting barbaric manner of the day, his followers decided to spread his word using militant political methods. Using fear they converted millions of people to the new belief system. The converts were afraid not only of the foretold consequences of not joining the gang, but also of the swords and other weaponry that the spreaders of the new idea were only too pleased to use on those who demonstrated any reluctance to convert.

The third part of the puzzle came about six hundred years later. Another amazing character called Moe, launched his Election 622 tour and succeeded in creating the third major religion, Hisbam.

So the stage was set in old Fizzrail and Ballystein. Three big ideas known as Gluedyism, Krispysanity and Hisbam coexisted to divide the people who had so recently been all the same. And the leaders and officers of those three great organizations enjoyed immense power over the lives, minds and wallets of the people and their governments.

Despite this, as time went on, the world as a whole became a better place for humans to live. Illnesses could be cured, inventions could be used, average life spans increased dramatically and at no time did the future ever look darker than the past.

But while all this was happening there was also the dark side. Wars took place between the armies of people who imagined they were different from each other in some way. Various kinds of people were massacred and exterminated for a variety of reasons. People grouped together with the people most like themselves until a situation was reached where if you were to ask someone to describe themselves, the first thing they would say would be something like, “I’m black/white/Glueish/Hisbamic/Krispyan etc. Oh and by the way I’m a doctor and I have one eye.”

After the biggest incident of selective murder in the mid 20th Century, during which millions and millions of people were murdered, including, but not limited to, six million Glues, the politicians of the day got together and decided that it would be nice if some of the surviving Glues could go back to the approximate location of their origins and create a new place to live called Fizzrail.

Unfortunately, some people from the ancient times, who never really left, were still there. They thought the place was called Ballystein. Anyway using amazing ingenuity, the Glues created a beautiful place out of an ancient and ugly mess. The new Fizzrail was like a paradise if you didn’t think too hard about it or look too closely.

Choosing to ignore the far left Socialist politics, the constant threat of war with the neighbors, and the terrible segregation that immediately existed with the creation of the nation, world leaders fell in love with the new Fizzrail with its industry and army and air force and beautiful teenage girl soldiers in miniskirts and little shorts.

The wealthy Glues in America and England poured money into the nation and retired to condominiums there and absorbed the local point of view through the local and world media.

However, some of the Ballysteinans were exiled abroad with deeds to land that they no longer owned. Land that was now covered by a whole new world.

And in Fizzrail, hidden things went on, which would eventually enrage the native Ballysteinans. For example, an entire Ballysteinan town would have to wait a week for its municipal water supply to be turned on for two hours, and then off again until the following week, while right next door a Fizzraily resort would be enjoying its green lawns and swimming pools.

Something had to give, and now we are here in August 2001. It seems that only a hereto-unknown genius would have any chance at averting an impending festival of death. Thousands of these fictitious Fizzrailys and Ballysteinans are about to die in an ever-escalating hatefest.

If this were real, if there really was a Fizzrail, or a Ballystein, it would be a terrible thing to watch.

So what about the real world? Taking the population as a whole we have approximately 33% Christians, 18% Moslems and 1/3% (a third of one per cent) Jews. What would happen if everyone suddenly woke up one morning and felt nothing but love for their fellow Man? What if all the hate would just suddenly vanish? What if they woke up the second morning and suddenly they didn’t believe in God anymore, just like a few thousand years ago before anyone had thought of God in the first place?

I don’t think that would be possible in our fictitious lands of Fizzrail and Ballystein, but it would be a beautiful thing if it were to happen in the real world!

Important note: The above tale is a work of light fiction. Any similarity to any actual place, race, Superbeing, religion or historical sequence of events is purely coincidental.