The other day I went to Arlozorov station to catch a bus to Jerusalem. Because boarding typically involves elbowing your way through a horde of travelers massed before the door of the bus, Egged (the company operating the line) recently installed a series of barriers and benches meant for people to form a queue.
The concept is simple: line up, and when the bus pulls up to the beginning of the line, board. No one followed this procedure and, instead, continued to crowd the sidewalk and street and bludgeon their way aboard. I only succeeded to board the fourth bus that arrived after the better part of an hour in the sun.
Enough my kvetching. Now for the praise.
Nothing assuages the aches and pains of life in Israel better than leaving the city. Getting out to the countryside, immersing oneself in the sunshine and fresh air is the best remedy for Israelitis (inflammation of the soul by prolonged exposure to Israeli society, politics, or people).
|Abu Ghosh and the Vineyards of Kiryat Anavim (click to enlarge)|