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Published October 29, 2008 | 
I was sitting quietly in my room sorting quarters from Euros when a knock came at the door. A man that I did not recognise appeared. He said he was there to take me somewhere. It was ok he told me. We would go to the home of the owners of the club. I walked with him down to the car and we drove off into the night. driving along a secluded road his cellphone rang, he answered a couple quick questions. Plans had changed. Soon we arrived at the gate of a high secuity area along the coast. He talked to the gaurd in Hebrew. After a short conversation we turned and went to a side gate. Slowly the 12 foot raser wire gate began to open. I wondered what would happen next. . . Continue reading
quiet night
Published October 27, 2008 | 
Off to Israel, well, eventually. . . .
It’s a quiet evening here at Chicago’s O’Hare airport. That’s Monday for you. We arrived quite early through spitting snow. Early was good. It gave me plenty of time to fiddle with “Boingo” the airport hotspot. $7 to check my email and post to you. Yikes! But I expected that one. The unexpected cost of the trip so far was $150 one way for my Greenland Paddles. Double Yikes! But you have to have ‘em. Usually you can get away with traveling with them fairly cheaply but Air France charges for long stuff. I really need to get Ron at Novorca to make 2 piece paddles.
Well, we’re being paged. Off we go. Next stop Paris. I picked up a copy of Steve Martin’s new book to read along the way. Man I can’t shake this moody feeling this evening. Must be the heavy clouds and snow.
Caesarea
Published October 21, 2008 | 
looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid, are the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody’s head
- gabriel
Now I know this is coming. I certainly watched the bit about Israel in This Is The Sea 4 (or T4 as I’ve come to call it) with some interest. Still, It’s hard to imagine paddling right next to aqueducts built sometime around 22 BCE. I’m having nightmares of getting distracted and eating rocks. Certainly some are easily distracted by Bikinis, (It’s not like I don’t notice…) but history, now that is a major distraction. For a geek like me anyway.
Imagine. . .
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israel, kayaking, symposium, travel
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