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Being Honest is Scary

In Ramallah, my default was to avoiding talking about heading to Israel. In Israel, I’ve noticed my default state has been to avoid mentioning I was just in Palestine. When it does come up, I continue the conversation very cautiously.

I don’t know how people will respond. Will they be upset? Interested? Offended? Jealous? So far, I’ve seen a range of reactions.

Reactions of individuals in Palestine, on traveling to Israel:In general, no one get upset. At least on the surface.

Overall I’d say there was definitely curiosity, but some people definitely had an undertone of disappointment and jealousy because they could never go there. A few times I started talking about the rest of my trip (travel through Israel for a week, China for two weeks immediately after), and I think that undertone may have gotten stronger.

Dirt road

On The Lazy Lion

Here's a little experience I had when I was road tripping last December. It's been up on my Wordpress for a while and since I haven't had time to post anything here, I thought I'd put up a skimmed down version of it here

Our family has this tradition where we visit some place every vacation. We usually stay at a nice hotel and there’s also a long car ride with the 5 of us crushed in an average sized car. Hopefully this will change soon as my parents are in the process of buying an SUV.

Me, being the techie I am, kept feeding route information (using GPS with Google Maps) to my dad, who was driving. We passed through towns and fields and the over time we could tell that we were moving away from the busy roads and cities to the rural villages of the country. This usually goes really well except one time when I forgot to check the map and he missed a turn. So we had a choice, turn around and go back (which was a couple of kilometers), or else, take another route which was a dirt road that showed up on the map which seemed to be rarely used. The dirt road was just ahead of us and it was quite wide so we went ahead with the second option.

Taking a dirt road in the middle of nowhere is almost never a good idea, but this was certainly something to experience. Firstly, it was so lonely. There wasn’t a soul in sight, even though it was the middle of the day. Google Maps told me that the track was 5 to 6 kilometers long and I kept checking up on it to make sure we were making progress. My dad drove slowly. A sedan can easily be damaged by the uneven bumps on a dirt road and that was the last thing we wanted out here.

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