Mt. Herzl

Looking out from Mr. Herzl. 1/100 sec, f/20, iso 100, 47 mm

Today… I was the last up instead of the first today, which worked for me as long I miss the shower rush. I had some hummus and stale pita I’d bought a few days ago for breakfast. It’s always good, and so filling! While on my computer in the common area myself and another German girl figured out that we had similar plans (none) for the day, so we ended off heading off together.

We took the tram to the end of the new city—Mt. Herzl to visit the Holocaust Museum (Yad Vashem). I should mention first we had some breakfast, me a mango slurpy for 5 skekels (so good!) and her an ice-cream sandwich.

Yad Vashem was pretty intense, to say the least. It was huge, and had so much, so many stories, so much tragedy. I’m not really the museum type, I generally get bored in them. I love history, but I like it to be brought to life for me in a story, so that I can actually transport my imagination there, and mentally interact with it. The only way I really enjoy museums is to really use my imagination to bring to life everything I see or read, and try to imagine the experience, the story, what if would have been like. I did this today, and I spent a lot of the time feeling quite sick. It goes without saying that it’s just such an incredibly dark period of human history. It was really interesting experiencing it with a German, and in Israel surrounded by Israeli soldiers that were also experiencing it. We have studies it multiple times throughout school; I remember watching Schindler’s List for the first time in Grade 8. This time felt much more personal, however, because I am in the state that has been built by the survivors. We spent several hours going through the museum. I was pretty beat by the end.

Intriguing.

We then took the tram back to the central bus station, and walked from there in search of food. After quite a bit of wandering we found ourselves at the Kneesat (the Israeli parliament). We went up to look at it, and snap a couple of pictures. A guard came up to us to ask if he could help. He clearly had to much time on his hands. He asked if we had our ID with us, and told us we should go into see the Kneesat, even though it was closed today for tourists and there would be no guide. We went along and found ourselves inside. Unsure of what to do, we wandered around. Once in awhile someone would come ask what we were looking or and direct us in another direction. We went into the chamber for a bit, and then wandered and left.

The chamber at the Kneesat. – iPhone

Cool artwork at the Kneesat – iPhone

No comment. – iPhone

The water at Kneesat was delicious! – iPhone

After that we just wandered back, stopped at a park, and had some falafel. It was a long day of walking! I tried to book a car to go to Masada and the Dead Sea tomorrow, but they wanted and extra 60 shekels because I’m under 21. Luckily I was able to find two German girls, and an Australian guy that are going to come with me, so not only will it be quite cheap but they can put the car under their name. I’m looking forward to it. I love this hostel, it’s cheap and great for meeting people. Just added an Irish women to the car for tomorrow, score!

Intense merry go round! I spun forever, I don’t think I’ve ever been so dizzy. – iPhone