Thursday 05-06 - More buses

We checked out of our hotel and walked across the street to the central bus station. Buses between Eilat and Tel-Aviv are hourly and we assumed buses to Jerusalem would be similar. At 9-30am we got a ticket for the next bus – at 2pm.

We had a lot of time to kill. First stop the beach mall.



I found new bathers. they are sailor themed, navy and white with anchors on them. My old pair had seem better days and was stained with henna (see nile post). There was a poster of a model in front of a cityscape in the shop. Looking carefully, the skyline behind her was good old Perth. It made me smile. We went to another shop where Josh found shorts and shoes. The shop then gave me a gift. The gift of a free bikini. So I had 2 pairs of bathers.

We left the shops looking for entertainment. Finding none, we walked around in the 40 plus heat for a while. We found Capish and the new tourist centre! They do exist, just not where Lonely Planet says they do. We took shelter at the bus station for the last few hours.

Since the burger the night before I hadn't been feeling great. I decided to stop eating for a while in case it was the water or a bug. I didn't eat all of Thursday, except a bite of Josh´s pizza and plenty of water. I slept most of the 5 hours to Jerusalem.

At the holy city bus station we made our way through the shoving crowds to a bus stop. We caught the bus to the Jaffa gate (where our gate was supposed to be). Already noticing lots of religious Jews about. We turned on our phones to find a text telling us that our bobba in London had fallen on an extension cord or something at a shopping centre and broken her hip. We didn't have any of the details and I started get anxious. I learnt about all the complications of hip fracture in the elderly. I wanted to get to our room asap to call and get more details.

We found the long ramp leading up to the gate and then the market area of David St. Since it was evening, most of the crowds had gone home. It was an empty stone passage.



We walked down it for a while before a boy showed us to the hostel. It was called the New Swedish hostel and was a door on the wall of the market street. The stones leading up were old and narrow. The hostel is tiny. The walls of our room were half plaster and half old stones that make up part of the old city. It was charming in its own way. We hurriedly called London to hear news. She was waiting for the doctor at that point, but wasn´t in any pain. Not happy, but relieved. Went to sleep soon after.