Of Interrigations and Cows

I knew I had a problem when the Passport control officer looked at me and said, “What happened to your Passport?” Oh. Fuck. “Um...it kinda went through the wash...” It was either that or I sweat profusely like any Jew of Russian descent spending extended periods of time in the Carribean. A few questions in an interrogation area... “Have you ever been to Israel before?” “Do you speak Hebrew?” “How many people in your group?” And then I was cleared. Phew. International incident averted. Shortly thereafter, we were on our way!

It was onward to the Kibbutz Gezer (Carrot) for orientation, and lunch. After, we headed South past Be'er Sheva to Kibbutz...umm...not sure of the name here. I think it's Masahabim-Kaktus, but that's only because that's the SSID of the Wifi.

There's been much group bonding already – which is quite awesome. And then, there have also been COWS!!!

Who wants steak?