The Journey to Eilat
Trip Start Nov 13, 2006
81Trip End Oct 21, 2008
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In Japan there are gangs of young people (not yakhuza) known as Chimpiraz who will often have loud clothes, dyed hair, fake suntans, and are noticeably ruder compared to most Japanese who are incredibly polite (so probably polite by Israeli standards). In Nagaoka (where I once lived in the North of Japan) you could hear thenm driving their suped up cars or motorbikes into the mountains or through the town. Well when I went to sit down on the coach, what seemed to be the Israeli equivalent of chimpiraz - think Peter Andre in fluffy jacket - told me I was in the wrong seat and there was a big commotion as another guy also started getting involved and asking to see my ticket. He then showed me where my seat was and pretty soon we were off (on the road I mean, not with fists)
There were a lot of soldiers on board, but unlike American marines or other soldiers that I have met on my travels, they were not obnoxious. they were just quietly going from A to B, and even though many of them carried big machine guns, it did not feel at all threatening. At one point an old woman boarded the coach and someone offered their seat but she refused. My chimpiraz friend (who seemed to think he was the bus guardian angel or something) then stood up and started demanding that she take his seat. It looked like WW3 could break out any second. She continued refusing, sat on the floor, and he sat back down with a sigh of frustration.
When we arrived we walked to our hostel and B started complainign that the journey had taken 5 hours instead of 4 and a half hours. We were staying in the Avrava hostel , which had good facilities and a nice patio, but one particularly unfriendly member of staff (male, dark hair, earing), was a bit of a walk to the beach, and they charged for everything from baggage storage to teabags. B wanted to study ivrit in the room so Sandro and I took a walk to the beach and went to the Imax where they had a silly film about a boxer (which I wouldn't recommend) a and Madame Tussards style waxworks. we got back to find B sprauled across his bed, and I just prayed that he wasn't naked under his bedsheet.
That evening we all went out to eat, but after walking for half an hour and not finding something that everyone liked - and with B about to have an anurism or something - Sandro went off his way and B and I went to the pizza hut. I chatted with B as he methodically devoured each pizza slice and dropped the crust into the box like a hot potato. I realsed that he was actually quite a nice and giving guy. Later on he went his way and Sandro and I played a bit of pool in the side alley full of bars and traveller types(rather than tourists) near the Imax.