Last night we stayed in a very nice youth hostel/school in outside of Jerusalem. Jordan, Jeremy, Eric Schreiber and I played basketball against a group of 19-year-olds from New York who “play every day,” and we whipped them–twice (and I talked shit).
Then we listened to a guy named Udi play guitar and sing. He was good–a strange mix of sounds somewhere between Queen and Jack Johnson.
Yesterday I had a nice conversation on the bus with Shayna Abbey.
We stopped at a real mall, and I was able to eat McDonald’s and buy a memory card for my camera.
After lunch, Barry, Phil, Yuri and I walked down to the town’s decrepit soccer stadium and explored the old building.
Funny story I forgot to mention: the other night at the hostel near Afula, I heard voices outside my cabin, so I went outside to see what was going on, and one of our Israeli soldiers, Tzahi, was hooking up in right outside my bedroom window, with one of the girls on our trip. It was really funny because Tzahi was drunk, and is not the greatest English speaker, so he said to me, “Alex, if you do not go away, I am about to get very very very angry at you.” I laughed and went back to bed.
