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Sidetracked

12:39pm IST Saturday 22 October 2005

Before I get too sidetracked, I'll post these pics that I planned to incorporate into some week-ish old Nablus entries.

The view outside the flat where I stayed:

The night view from the hookah place we visted:

Shopping in Nablus city-center market

On the way to/from Nablus, olive tree guards.

Qalandia checkpoint:

around the old city wall

5pm Saturday 22 October 2005

After walking around with Juliet to order DV tapes for her, get a yellow fever inoculation for me, and six visa photos (four to send to P/B and 2 to get my Brazilian visa (gotta go to Tel Aviv for that) Brazil!!), we had tons of fun today walking around on the wall of the old city in Jerusalem!! I went with Ben, Serena and Rochelle... when they invited me I was all, "I'll be right back with Francois and my camera!"

We remarked later that we spent *most* of the time taking pictures *and* that we would never regret it.

silent Football!!!!!

12:33am IST Sunday 23 October 2005

Oh

My

Gosh

We have just played the most fabulously awesome Silent Football game in the past three years of my life!!

Original players included Mr Oliver (who chose not to play after the first break (requested by Sarah to see fireworks that happened to be visible outside our window over the old city (probably beyond the old city))), Ms Sarah, Mr Ben, Miss Serena, Miss Rochelle, Mr Marcus and me. We were joined by Mr Dave who rememebered the rules quite well, having only heard the rules of the game once (yesterday) but never having had actually played the game.

Dictators included myself to start, then Mr Ben (who quickly gave it to) Mr Dave, and Ms Sarah, who called herself Madam Titator.

It's been a reallly long time since I've played as a non-dictator.

They both held superb dictatorships, with lots of funny punishments and creativity. Ben having to do 10 press-ups (and then Dave having to as well for making an error). Ben gave himself a noogie (most dramatically) and gave us a display of muscles like a peacock.

Dave as dictator kept calling me Mr Ben, so I was quite pleased with myself when the actual Mr Ben raised Mr Ben's own hand and was addressed correctly by Mr Dictator, "Mr Ben?"

So I said, "Mr Dictator, Mr Rob did not have Mr Rob's hand raised," with the implication being that he was calling on me again as "Mr Ben." Genius!

I had my nose touched my Miss Serena's toes, and Madam Titator did a Fwap-a-Fwap dance, and Mr Marcus became Mr Clock after repeatedly reversing the direction of the fwap.

Such great great fun; I am *so* glad everyone had a great time!!!