Plague 11: Chocolate Bunnies

Trip Start Jan 15, 2006
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Trip End Jun 2006


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Sunday, April 23, 2006

And it was so that I flew home for the Pascal feast. I arriived at the airport three hours before I needed to check in due to a slight overestimation in how long it would take me to get there. I eventually checked in and made my way to the departure lounge where strangely enough, I lounged. After some world class lounging around I got on the plane. It was full of black hatted frummers making a fuss and what not. They finally settled down and I took my seat to find that I had no leg room whatsoever. My knees where tightly pressed against the seat in front. Most uncomfortable. Dinner was served about an hour into the flight. It came with a festive chocolate easter bunny (not an ELAL flight), not just any bunny, but a tasty Lindt one. As all the meals were vegetarian and not certified kosher none of the frummers ate theirs. So I formed a cunning plan and after I finished mine asked the cabin crew if there were any spare bunnies (I knew there would be plenty). I ended up walking back to my tiny seat with no leg room, but with a sumptuous repast of a whole load of Belgian chocolate bunnies of exceptional quality. Other eventful news from the flight was the bunch of Mancunians I got talking to. They were all first and second year uni students who had just been on some sort of leadership training course.

The flight back was less eventful. I did have the bonus leg room seat this time however, which meant that I had respsonsibility for the emergency door. I mention this because you have to be at least fifteen to have the seat in question and the air steward had the cheek to ask me how old I was. He looked about twelve years old himself the smug git. Once I arrived back, I went to spend the weekend in Tel-Aviv at Zoe's. I did a hefty amount of sleeping after the night flight, had an amazing dinner at her friend's house on Friday night and went to the beach a couple of times. The weather was so hot. It was great.

I arrived back in Jerusalem in my dorm about ten on Saturday night. I gave Maximum his present from England - a tub of extra stong hold Brilcream and a playstation controller. He was most pleased. I asked him what was going on. He informed me that he, Phil the Academic (his roommate) and Leanne were going to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre to watch the Greek Orthadox Easter ceremonies for Easter Sunday/Monday (which in Greek Orthadoxy happens a week later than it does for others). He told me to join them so I did. We walked to the Old City from the Campus, through Damascus gate, through the Muslim Quarter to the Church. The Church is huge, amazing building and has been constantly rebuilt througout the ages. It is full of really ornate amazing artifacts, paintings etc. The place was packed. Full of worshippers, tourists and police. After some exploring around the church (including Jesus' tomb - didn't go in it)we went to the chapel bit to watch the service which started at midnight. We left after about forty five minutes (it goes on to 5am) to discover that there were millions of people outside watching. We pretty much had a great position in the church and loads of other people who this actually meant something to were mushed outside in the crowds. I felt quite guilty but enjoyed the experience.

No blog is complete without an humorous anecdote from a bar. A couple of weeks ago I was in a jazz bar with some friends. An American guy named Micha and I were having a great laugh doing our German accents for everyone. Anwyay, this Russian bloke comes over and asks if we're German, we say no. It turns out that he's drunk and starts being larey and sits on our table. To cut a long story short, on finding out that Maximum is English he goes "ENGLISH!!" and smacks his fists on the table and it splits down the middle. He wants to fight, but the bar staff threw him out. Drunk pratt. We could have taken him though.

Until next time,

Dan
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