Israel

Hi, me it’s Israel, I was friends with this Ecuadorian Canadian chic after high-school and she mentioned the word Kibbutz, I was there, hey, get off the booze, learn some Hebrew, come back to Canada a new man, pots and pan. So I get there and things didn’t really go as planned lol.

   I stayed one week at Regavim at that amazing Kibbutz and I worked in a toy factory, was a dishwasher, played electric guitar in one of the bars there, I played Voodoo Chile and the place went Bananas until I broke a string, but then I just played on with a warrant on my ass so to speak. A gang of us hitchhiked to Ceasaria where St. Paul was imprisoned, the aqueduct was magnificent, I took a dip in the sea and yelled, “Holy! It’s cold!” And from the cliffs “It’s not my fault!” was answered by a local in jest who was at that minute giving a massage to a gorgeous girlfriend there from North Carolina I think it was. At night, on the beach, the bonfires speckled the scene all the way north, it was amazing! And the wild dogs would come racing by in the shadows leaving me wondering, I later read that there are hyena in Isreal, did not hear any laughter. So ya, I then took off on my own, you see, hitchhiked to Tel Aviv, and after getting directions for which bus to take from a caring old lady there, I made it to the beach. First things first, a bottle of wine, my guitar on my back, I would drink and hang on the beach for the remainder of my trip. I met a dude who said he knew the limo driver in an Arnold Schwarzenegger flick, spoke some with a chick who was out walking the beach that night in all its beauty, and Boaz. One night I was sleeping on the beach on top of my guitar holding my bottle of red wine when I felt a hand try to sneak the bottle away, I opened my eyes and befriended the thief lol, He invited me to a beach party where lovely girls were, drummers, lots of people, it was a fire circle and I played some with the musicians there and it was real cool, the wind, the Mediterranean, the night sky…

   So, having had enough of my trip, I was 19 then and wanted to get back to my Toyota van and friends here in Canada, I hopped a flight and swerved home.

But holy! I could write for hours, that was a freggin’ TRIP!

Cheers!