Woke up really early in the morning, took the bus, and crossed the border from Jordan into Israel. Literally wasn’t anyone there aside from our tour group, and the whole thing was quick(ish), efficient, and not shady whatsoever.
Decidedly more shady though was getting completely singled out and randomly searched by the Israeli guards; although I have to add that it sounds like a bigger deal than it actually was. They were all young and chill and just ready to go on their break, so they didn’t really give me that hard of a time. I’m such a thug.
Straight into Israel we stopped for a well prepared meal of lamb kebabs, turkish coffee and these amazingly sweet green apples.
Fresh pomegranate juice
Little Asian Jesus
Cherubic John Travolta
Falafel… about the only thing on the trip that surprisingly I didn’t get sick of.
Delicious tahini halva
Aside from scores of people being baptized, the Jordan River is also teeming with tons of big catfish that like to nip at people’s feet and get fed with random things like potato chips. Ecologically questionable, but also very entertaining to watch.
The tour guides were straight up pimping this dish called ‘St. Peter’s Fish’ which my mom and half the group got suckered into. The overall consensus was that it was really just your run-of-the-mill tilapia, deep fried but without any kind of seasoning… Totally not worth the $20 price tag, which was about the average cost of meals throughout the trip.
On the 10th we headed to Canna for my cousin’s wedding in a beautiful, idyllic little church that you had to walk along these cobble stone streets to get to. Very wonderful and scenic, and his wife, Peaches, was so gorgeous in her dress.
Peaches and her pops.