Travel Biography - Week 123

Preparing for Israel, 2000.

When Tim and I camped at Corfe Castle in Dorset during Whitsun of 2000, I had no idea Alex was already pregnant. Not even my beloved was yet aware. However, she was wondering about it a couple weeks after returning home. She bought a urinal test strip from the pharmacist. The next morning she took the test. The result was positive. With great excitement, I wanted to tell the world, even to shout out of the window!

I was 48 years old when I became a father for the first time at the birth of my daughter in 2001. And just four years earlier, at the time I was snorkelling over the Great Barrier Reef, I honestly thought that I would grow old as a bachelor and even die alone in my apartment. I even pondered on when my body would be discovered after death, and how. How much everything had changed.

As already mentioned last week, the desire for independent backpacking wasn't killed by the wedding. The next trip overseas to celebrate our first anniversary was two weeks in Israel, mainly in Jerusalem, but I also had a wish to visit, and possibly stay for a couple of days at Stella Carmel Christian Conference Centre in Isfya, near Haifa. It was here where I lived as a volunteer in 1994 and how it came to a disastrous end.* My intention for this visit six years later in 2000 was to "make peace" with the Centre and its staff. I was fortunate. When I made the phone call from my apartment, the receptionist was none other than Trevor, whom I knew well from 1994. Since my departure, he had married Margaret the cook, and she was still boss in the kitchen. Andrew, the head of maintenance, was also still there. However, the Centre's overall manager was someone who had recently taken charge, and as such, a stranger to us.

During the phone call, Trevor recognised who I was, and when I asked for a room for two, he carefully questioned my marriage status and warned that he would refuse to serve us unless we were legally married. I reassured him that we were legally married. He then offered us a twin-bedded room within the same set of rooms I used to clean out and remake the beds as a volunteer six years earlier. This time, as paying guests, it was seen by us as any other hotel. This would be very different from volunteering.

Alex in Tiberias Town, 2000.

Tiberias Esplanade.

Our Arrival in Israel.

Before setting off, we had to make sure that it was safe to fly with Alex's pregnancy. We felt relief when the medical team advised us not to fly after 24 weeks of gestation. The holiday would be between 18 and 20 weeks of gestation, hence within the safe time zone.

Our flight from London Heathrow to Tel Aviv was an overnight flight with British Airways. Together, we left our bedsit apartment to board a train for London. We had a whole afternoon to spend in London before heading out to Heathrow Airport. We made use of the time at the Natural History Museum in South Kensington.

The check-in at the airport went smoothly. I sat (as usual) by the window whilst Alex slept as she sat next to me. This was the second flight out together after our honeymoon to Rhodes. As I looked out of the window into the dark night, below was southern Germany, and being a clear night, its villages, towns, and cities glowed like clusters of illuminated diamonds surrounded by black velvet. It was quite an astonishing sight.

It was already dawn when we touched down at Ben Gurion Airport. At Passport Control, Alex passed through easily and without a hitch. But the officer stared hard at me, and with my passport in her hand, she turned to her supervisor who was busy doing something else. The senior officer turned and took one look at me, then at my passport photo, and waved me through as I was given the okay. The cause? My passport showed me wearing spectacles. At the control, I wasn't wearing them.

Outside, we took a bus to Tiberias, as I planned to show Alex the Sea of Galilee. It was quite a journey. After we arrived I found the same hotel I stayed at in 1976, and from where I hired a bicycle in 1994. There was a double-bed room available and we took it when it was offered. This was 2000, and the smartphone still didn't exist back then. Therefore, off-the-street hotel walk-ins were still possible. We spent the first day after arrival exploring the town and the lake shore. The photos posted here are from that visit.

Love by the Sea of Galilee.

Sea of Galilee.

The next day, I thought it was a brilliant idea to hire two bicycles from the hotel to cycle around the Sea of Galilee. This wasn't the first time for me. In 1994, I completed the entire 68 km (42 miles) circuit. This included the east side of the lake which was in Syria before 1967. However, the first few miles, that is, between Tiberias and Capernaum, were hilly, and involved stiff climbing. Being as I always was, I didn't consider Alex's pregnancy to be liable, as I have always known her to outrun me easily. As I said before, a fast speedboat versus an older creaking ship.

But Alex couldn't make it up the hill. Instead, she dismounted and lay on the ground to rest. I was already thinking about aborting the ride for the sake of both her and the baby when a car pulled up. The male driver suggested a visit to a hospital, but fearing any medical expenses here in Israel, we both declined, with Alex assuring him that it wasn't as bad as it looked. Reassured, the man then drove off, leaving us to return the bikes back to the hotel. This was the first of the two big mistakes we made during the first three days of the holiday.

The rest of our short stay in Tiberias was okay. From the beach and away from the beach resorts, I managed to swim in the cool freshwater lake. Again, for the baby's sake, Alex remained dry on shore.

Getting to and our arrival at Stella Carmel.

I am supposed to be an experienced traveller, yet a lack of proper pre-holiday research led us into hot water. Here, I'm referring to Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. In 2000, it fell on Friday, September 29th or the Year of the World 5761. However, by the time we found out that our arrival coincided with Rosh Hashanah, it was too late. Before the Jewish Holy Day, the town of Tiberias was alive and bustling, with the banks open. This was significant, as I had a wad of Traveller's Cheques and little cash. Cashing a cheque or two to cover the holy days would have sustained us for the next few days. But my lack of foresight led to difficulties - and it took a near-miracle to literally rescue us!

As it was still a normal working day, after three days at the lakeside town, we took a bus to Haifa from Tiberias. All was normal. We arrived at Haifa, only to find that the city was deserted, all shops closed, and even the taxis, including the Sherut, a service unique to Israel, weren't running. We were literally stranded, with a large wad of cheques but with no cash and no way to get to Stella Carmel - except, perhaps by foot.

Haifa is built on the northern slope of Mt Carmel, and normally, a single underground railway would have transported us from the city centre, which was by the harbour, to the crest of the mountain. But this too, was closed for the Jewish holiday. We had no other option but to walk, in the hope of arriving at Stella Carmel by nightfall, if possible, if I had the memory of 1994 to rely on. I also had my eye on the tall skyscraper of Haifa University, a marker indicating that our destination was not too far.

We climbed the multiple stairways that cut through the housing estate which was built on the northern slope of the mountain. We eventually arrived at the lovely town of Merkaz Hakarmel on the crest of the ridge, leaving behind a terrific panorama of the city and Harbour. This was the fulfilment of a prophetic dream I once had around 1996. I dreamt that I was at a high point looking down at Haifa Harbour. Standing beside me was a female, but unidentified in the dream.

We found the road that ran along the crest of the mountain ridge. We resumed walking. I carried the heavy rucksack which contained both Alex's and my essentials, leaving her nearly empty-handed except her handbag. We walked for a little way until I saw the University building standing tall. From Hakarmel, the University was 4.5 miles or 7km away. Then there was a further 6.5 km from the Uni to Stella Carmel. That's a total of 13.5 km or around eight miles. Far too much to cover, although on my own, sure. I might have covered that distance, even with the time I had left. But not with my wife and her unborn. I couldn't do that to her!

We hired Bikes.

A view of Haifa Harbour climbing Mt Carmel.

We came across a bench and we both sat down. I felt desperate. Alex didn't so much, as she depended on me. Somehow, we need to get to our destination. Instead, we were literally stranded next to a main road. Indeed, my thoughts were troubling me. I was an experienced traveller. I knew how to look after myself no matter where I was. How on Earth did I get into such a state, with Alex as much stranded as I was? I felt ashamed and somewhat embarrassed for not doing proper research before taking off. And then to rub salt into the wound, I could have cashed at least a cheque while I had the chance in Tiberias. That would have paid for a taxi direct to Stella Carmel - the only possible service on a national holiday in Israel, and even that was greatly reduced. 

I turned around to see a housing estate behind us. I thought about knocking on the door and literally begging the householder to give us a lift to the Centre, as my wife is pregnant. However, a continuous barrier fence separated the housing estate from the main road. There was no way to reach it.

How long we both sat there, I couldn't say. Twenty minutes, perhaps? Maybe half an hour. But just then, a car - a taxi by the looks of it, halted on the other side of the dual carriageway, heading towards Merkaz Hakarmel. The driver leaned out of the window and asked where we wanted to get to.

To Stella Carmel in Isfya! I called out. The driver then told us not to move, he'd be right back.

Indeed, he quickly returned, this time on our side of the road. He encouraged me to load the rucksack into the car trunk. I began to protest that I had little to no cash. But he told us to jump in nevertheless. We did. As we settled in the back seat, he gave us a ten-shekel note. He then explained that alongside driving a taxi, he also pastored a church in Haifa, and he was familiar with Stella Carmel. When we got there, he drove us up the driveway leading to its main entrance. After dropping us off and unloading the trunk, he then drove off, returning to where he came from.

An upstairs twin-bedded room was assigned to us and we settled in. We met Margaret, whom I have known since 1994. who seemed to have taken note of Alex's pregnancy. She cooked us a meal. We were the only guests that evening, and the whole Centre was quiet.

But our troubles weren't yet over.

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For details of daily living at Stella Carmel, 1994 - it's Week 53, click here.

For details of how my role as a volunteer ended - it's Week 54, click here.

Next Week: Our Stay at Stella Carmel and another Miscalculation.