We all got through the border well until they came to our last
pilgrim. Vaila was detained for interrogation. We had to leave her
there in the capable hands of Chaim ( an anxious time for me leaving
my daughter with the security guards).
We had delicious meal at an Ashram and were joined 2 hours by Vaila
with her story of Israeli intelligence.
We arrived at mitzpeh ramon crater, 90 minutes from the border, to the
sound of 250 teenagers enjoying freedom, drums, music and themselves.
We had thought we had the place to ourselves but alas they had other
ideas. It was 10.30 and we all really tired. So started the
scattering of our tribe.
6 of us (who were feeling most exhausted or unwell) were driven to the
nearest hotel where we slept well but guiltily. The others made the
best of the overly excited teenage racket.
Come the morning 5 of the 6 returned to the now empty camp on the
promise of a quiet night this evening. Two parties set out to explore
the crater, one on foot,the other on bikes. Doctor Mary set off to the
hotel to help Peter W and administer anti bios
The bikers took tracks and wadis until we found ourselves diving down
a ravine- Sara went first, I second, Fi third, then Brian. Brian hit
the rough and was propelled to the rock on the other side of the
ravine. We picked him up and realized he was injured. Many kilometers
from the road, the cavalry far away( not even a helicopter in sight)
we carried him on a bike to a track that the ambulance that Tom had
summoned could reach. We are so fortunate to have 2 doctors with us,
Keith was with Brian throughout. For reasons I still don't understand
as the ambulance doors opened out popped the sprightly Mary!
So this evening we returned to camp with just 200 screaming girls for
company, Brian in hospital ( he's fine, mending fast with his wife
Hannah with him) Peter feeling better and somewhere in transit back to
camp, Mary still at the hospital and Amir in transit.
The rest of us are fine, the blessings of the prophets have been
somewhat overshadowed by the blessings of the somewhat obscure St
Trinian.
Tomorrow we are hoping as many of us as possible can get back together
again. Brian, all our thoughts are with you and God bless for a
speedy recovery.
From Mark
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