Although I enjoy hashing, coping with the filth of the Tel Aviv bus station gets to be a bit much. Photo’s don’t capture the extent of the filth and just walking through there is enough to make you want to take a shower afterwards, although it doesn’t require wading boots like the toilet in the Damascus bus station - an indelible memory. In addition, there was a crazy person in the bus station and a 2nd one in the mini-bus ride back to J’lem. As soon as he got out the entire bus gave a collective sigh of relief. It was raining on the walk back to the Albright and I slipped and injured my knee by bending it a bit farther than is natural, but I think it will be OK.
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