My jeans tore yesterday. They were old, I have another pair with me, plus dress trousers, plus bermuda shorts. Still annoying though.
The Boss has come down with a fever and is back at the hotel, suffering. The Blonde has a cold. I'm the last man standing.
The plan was to drive out to the Dead Sea tomorrow, and then head straight back to Tel Aviv to check into the Sheraton City Tower. Not sure now if that will happen.
The vast intelligence of Mary Ann Evans
1 month ago