In some ways, traveling gets easier (and sometimes cheaper) all the time. For instance, according to the June 2015 issue of International Travel News: A Celebration of Travel, you can possibly rent out your car while you are traveling – and not have to pay for airport parking.
So far, FlightCar lots, which offer that service, are located at several U.S. airports: Boston Logan, Philadelphia, Washington Dulles, Baltimore, Austin, Dallas/Ft. Worth, Denver, Seattle-Tacoma, Portland, Oakland, San Francisco, San Jose, Los Angeles, and San Diego.
Your car must be less than 14 years old, have fewer than 150,000 miles, and have a book value of less than $60,000. Even it your car isn’t rented, parking at the airport will still be free.
“On any car rented, FlightCar carries a $1,000,000 insurance policy covering bodily injury, damage or vandalism to the vehicle, and any third-party property damaged by the car. FlightCar also reimburses for costs of repairing mechanical damage due to negligence or poor driving by the renter” (62).
Renters must meet specific qualifications such as have no major violations on their driving records and be at least 25 years old.
For more information, to list your car, or rent a car at a reasonable rate, go to www.flightcar.com. Let me know if you use FlightCar and how you like it. Maybe, we will have it on Maui in the future.
Moms – making the world a better place.
“Barack Obama is the America we dreamed about when we were little kids sitting in that classroom with Doritos cheese under our fingernails. He is the grand symbol, the big victory, the fireworks that we so longed for.
Which is a blessing and a curse. On one hand, his election has made a lot of young people believe in the political process again, reflect on their own civic duty, and learn more about community organizing. On the other hand, all the hype that surrounded his candidacy has revived one of our more dangerous delusions—that “saving the world” is about heroics. In fact, the world will not be saved. It will be changed [my emphasis]. It looks more like your mom—her palm on your fevered forehead, her handwritten schedule for sharing child care with neighbors, her letter to the editor of the local newspaper—than it does your president. Activism is a daily, even hourly, experiment in dedication, moral courage, and resilience” (p. XVIII). . . .
[To change the world, we need “heroes.” We need such people as the ones who averted a terrorist attack on the French train traveling from Amsterdam to Paris last Friday. http://www.cnn.com/2015/08/24/europe/france-train-shooting/
We need the “quiet heroes” too].
The good news is that our gifts and the world’s needs are so diverse that we can pursue our own intersection [of our gifts and the needs of our place] while trusting that others will flourish where we would have floundered” (187).
- from Courtney E. Martin’s Do It Anyway: The New Generation of Activists, Beacon Press, 2010.
You are needed to help change the world.
Barry and I were in Ubud again – because we love it there.
One of the great pleasures of being in Bali is the fresh coconuts – everywhere! For a little more than $1.00 U.S., you can enjoy this mineral-rich, hydrating treat.
Art is everywhere in Bali. Some of the streets in Ubud have patterned pavement.
Walking down an Ubud street, you will have visual treats everywhere you look.
Eating is a treat in Ubud.
Food choices – from street cart venders to top five-star chefs – are part of the Ubud scene. We often just stopped in at Umah Pizza for a huge green salad – and yes, pizza; it was down the street from our home stay.
Usually we make friends as we hang out at Nick’s pool. This year, two Mainland friends came to visit us: Gail from near Seattle and Chris from Chicago.
Enticing walks lured us through the rice fields and all around Ubud.
A big hotel is in the background, and tourists throng through the Ubud Palace, but you don’t have to go far to be away from the crowds.
Flowers are spectacular.
We love the Balinese.
Spas are abundant in Ubud and nearby.
Everything has a reason in Balinese homes. The guards at the gates symbolize the positive and negative aspects of everything. In order for the head of the household to make wise decisions, the guards share both perspectives.
For the first time, we saw a cremation, an important rite of passage for the Balinese Hindus who believe in reincarnation.
We went out almost every night for dinner, music, shows . . . Ubud has a range of entertainments within walking distance of our great home stay, Vera Accommodation <http://www.balicheapaccommodation.com/en/Cheap-accommodations/Indonesia/Ubud-Bali/Studio/Vera-Accommodation/1542>.
When we were there, for the Sunday fundraising buffet, Villa Kitty had 140 rescue cats of all ages and conditions and about 20 dogs. Elizabeth and her staff do wonderful work of rescuing animals as well as educating Bali residents.
We enjoy being in Bali – especially in Ubud, a town rich in Balinese culture and religion. I also love all the yoga from very well-trained teachers offered in Ubud. My choice is The Yoga Barn almost every day! http://www.theyogabarn.com :) . The Balinese and the visitors we meet there are wonderful, interesting people. Barry and I are sure to return.
Aloha & Sanpai jumpa, Renée
For the Hindu Balinese, a cremation is a very meaningful aspect of community tradition to help the soul of the deceased break its earthly ties. Friend Gail and I happened upon a funeral procession in Ubud; we followed this colorful group to the graveyard on Monkey Forest Road.
In his book, The Balinese, J. Stephen Lansing explains: “When someone dies in a Balinese village, a drum is beaten to summon representatives from every family in the neighborhood [the banar] . . . [they come] to help wash the corpse and prepare it for burial. . . . For immediately after death, the soul is thought to hover above the body in a state of bewilderment” (32).
Lansing continues: “Surprisingly (to a Westerner like me), the atmosphere is not solemn; instead there is a bustling crowd of people, talking informally with one another as they go about the business of preparing the body. There are more overt signs of sadness at the death of a child; but at the death of an older person, I had the impression that everyone was more eager to be seen doing their part to help than mourning for the deceased. Death is an occasion when neighbors try to behave like relatives, helping the family of the deceased through a difficult and potentially dangerous time” (32-33).
Look at the faces:
We followed the procession to the Hindu temple and cemetery in Monkey Forest.
“Banjar members may contribute money, food, or clothing, help to dig the grave, and escort the family with the body to the cemetery.” And that procession to the cemetery is what Gail and I saw. I was surprised that we Westerners were invited in to see the ritual. At other Hindu temple rituals, Westerners must at least be in formal Balinese garb; some rituals are for only Balinese Hindus. But for the cremation, some Westerners walked right up to the funeral pyre.
Men remove the casket from the second cremation tower and carry it over to the bull cremation tower.
We were told that the deceased was from a rich family and that is why she could be buried quickly especially since this was an auspicious day for a cremation.
“After a final bath of holy water, any wounds on the body are covered with tamarind paste so that they will be healed in there person’s next life. Ornaments are placed on the corpse, such as mirrors over the eyes, which are thought to confer clear sight and personal beauty in the next life. A white shroud is prepared, inscribed with an image of the human body labeled to indicate the correspondence of the inner world of the self to the outer world of the cosmos. The parts of the body are marked with letters indicating the dasabayu (ten wind-directions), the destination of different aspects of the self at the moment of cremation, when its elements will be dissolved back into the outer world” (33).
Lansing notes: “The cost of cremation varies from expensive to ruinous, and may force a family to go into debt, even to the extent of selling their farm land. All of these expenses are borne by the family of the deceased, not the banjar. The preparation of cremation towers is especially expensive. Various types of cremation towers are appropriate to different castes or sub-castes. Most banjars include members from different castes, and one of the major sources of social friction [which we never saw] in the village is the idea that differences in caste represent differences in merit, or one’s deserved place in society. The idea of rank, which is implicit in the very idea of a caste system, can often be ignored in people’s daily relationships. But the building of a cremation tower and the procession of the family to the burning grounds forces each family to make a very public statement about how they define their position in the social hierarchy “(33).
In recent years, “there have been numerous efforts by progressive Balinese to reduce the costs of cremation, and the social tensions they so often exacerbate, either by encouraging whole banjars to carry our their cremations on the same date, and so share the costs of the ritual, [which is usually what happens in Ubud], or by reducing the amount of time and money spent on these rituals. There is a temptation for ambitious families to carry out cremations with higher-ranking caste symbolism than their neighbors regard as appropriate. The result is said to be that the cremation will not achieve the desired effect of launching the deceased on a successful journey to the next life. Instead, the deceased becomes an angry ghost, unable to take leave of the world, who is likely to take revenge on the family members whose pride caused their predicament. Alternatively, families who lack the necessary financial resources may be tempted to postpone the cremation ritual indefinitely, which can lead to strong feelings of guilt and failure (and fear of revenge from impatient ghosts awaiting cremation),” says J. Stephen Lansing (33).
“After the cremation tower containing the body has burnt to ashes, a few fragments of the bone and ash are gathered and placed inside a coconut wrapped in a yellow cloth, which is ceremoniously carried to the beach, where prayers are offered by a high priest. The contents of the coconut, representing the five elements from which the body was formed, are poured into the ocean where they are thought to dissolve completely into the primal elements of earth, air, water, fire, and ether” (34).
The cremation is a religious rite and social tradition for the Balinese.
Lansing goes on to describe another ritual sequence called nyekah or memukur that is carried out by one or more high priests on behalf of the family much later. This involves even more expense and possible flaunting of high social state.
However, what Gail and I saw was a community coming together to ease the passage of a neighbor. They were there to help the family (and their community expected their participation); besides they had fun. We saw the cremation as a colorful, interesting, and unifying community ritual.
We hope you come upon such interesting cultural traditions when you are in Bali.
Aloha & Sanpai jumpa, Renée
A few months ago, our “Barry’s Gleaning” post reported good news about Angola and the building going on there to create good housing for those who had been living in slums near the capital city of Luanda. The source was the China Daily, a Nov. 17, 2014 article, “Changing the face of real estate in Angola” by Li Jing in the business section. What the Chinese have accomplished in Angola was presented in glowing terms.
The China Daily article notes:
“With its abundance of resources that include crude oil, diamonds and gold, the southern African nation has seen scores of China’s State-owned enterprises and private companies enter its borders hoping for an economic opportunity.
In 2008, CITIC Construction Co, a State-owned enterprise and one of the largest construction companies in the world, joined the nation’s reconstruction efforts. [See the CITIC website:<http://www.cici.citic.com/iwcm/cici/en/ns:LHQ6MTc1LGY6NDM5LGM6LHA6LGE6LG06/channel.vsml]
‘We are an active and responsible player in the country’s post-war reconstruction process,’ says Liu Guigen, president of the African regional division of CITIC Construction . . .
That year, the company won a bid to build housing in Kilamba Kiaxi, one of the capital city of Luanda’s six urban districts that is located 30 kilometers from downtown. . . .
Last year, the $10 billion project was completed with a total of 20,000 residential homes, 200 retail stores, 24 kindergartens, nine primary schools and eight middle schools. CITIC claims 90 percent of the homes are already occupied.”
That article sounds wonderful and a win-win situation for the Chinese company and the people of Angola.
However, we’ve found another view that emphasizes the importance of questioning all your sources and not being too sure about what you read.
Travel writer Paul Theroux has quite damning things to say about the Chinese builders in his book The Last Train to Zona Verde:
In a book review for The Guardian, Robin McKie says The Last Train to Zona Verde is “uncompromising and unsettling.” <http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/jun/01/train-zone-verde-theroux-review> This accurately describes Theroux’s look at the Chinese in Angola:
“The first Chinese workers to arrive in Angola were criminals, prisoners of the Chinese justice system–thieves, rapists, dissidents, deserters, and worse, an echo of the earliest immigration from Portugal. . . . The first workers the Chinese sent were convicts shipped in chains, to work off their sentences in forced labor. Angola, having begun as a penal colony of the Portuguese, became just recently a penal colony for the Chinese. These Chinese convicts were the labor force for China-Angola development projects–the ugly oversized pastel buildings, the coastal roads, the dredging of the del-water port of Lobito–and after they had served their sentences, the agreement was that they would remain in Angola. Presumably, like the Portuguese degredados, they would elevate themselves to the bourgeoisie or a higher class of parvenu.
Possibly, again like the Portuguese convicts, the Chinese would become the loudest racists, and for the same reason. ‘The inferiority complex of the uneducated criminal settler population contributed to a virulent form of white racism among the Portuguese, which affected all classes from top to bottom,’ the political historian Lawrence Henderson wrote of the early settlers. The Portuguese convicts became the most brutal employers and the laziest farmers, and a sizable number turned furiously respectable, in the way atoning whores become sermonizing and pitiless nuns.
After the first wave of Chinese convicts (‘We started seeing them around 2006, a man in Luanda was later to tell me), more shiploads of semiskilled Chinese workers arrived. As with the early Portuguese convicts, they were all men. Then, a few years later, women were allowed to work in Angola” (282-283).
. . . “Some Africa watchers and Western economists have observed that the Chinese presence in Africa–a sudden intrusion–is salutary and will result in greater development and more opportunities for Africans. Seeing Chinese digging into Africa, isolated in their enterprises, offhand with Africans to the point of rudeness and deaf to any suggestion that they moderate their self-serving ways, I tend to regard this positive view as a crock. My own feeling is that like the other adventurers in Africa, the Chinese are exploiters. They have no compact or agreement or involvement with the African people; third is an alliance with the dictators and bureaucrats whom they pay off and allow to govern abusively–a conspiracy.
Theirs is a racket like those of all the previous colonizers, and it will end badly–maybe worse, because the Chinese are tenacious, richer, and for them there is no going back and no surrender. As they walked into Tibet and took over (with not a voice of protest raised by anyone in the West), they are walking into the continent and, outspending any other adventurer, subverting Africans, with a mission to plunder” (265).
Theroux’s view is a good reminder to question everything. Is the China Daily’s glowing view correct or Theroux’s point of view? Obviously, we need more than those two accounts.
Have you been there? What do you know?
“Do not pray for an easy life; pray for the strength to endure a difficult one”
– Bruce Lee
This message is tattooed on Colin’s arm. Originally from New Zealand, Colin has been working in Australia and was vacationing in Bali. After a class at the Yoga Barn in Ubud, Colin showed me this good message!
Aloha & Sanpai jumpa, Renée
“Bali’s Very Special Dog” by Ibu Kat
“Visitors to Bali often comment on the many dogs roaming the streets and guarding the gates to family compounds. Because of the wide variation in colouring they are often mistaken for mutts or mongrels, but in fact the Bali Dog is a distinct breed. Researchers at the University of California Davis believe that the Bali Dog, with its unique and valuable gene pool may be the oldest dog on earth.
Between 2000 and 2003, Dr. Niels Pederson from the Veterinary Genetics Laboratory at University fo California Davis led a team that tested the DNA of 3,500 indigenous dogs from all over Bali. Bali has two unique indigenous dogs, the Bali Dog and the highland Kintamani which have been living on the island virtually unaltered for at least 5,000 years. Genetic research shows that the ancestry of the Bali Dog can be traced back about 15,000 years.
According to Dr. Pederson, Bali’s dogs are the richest pool of genetic diversity of all the dogs on the world. ‘The true pure canine breed is the indigenous Bali Dog,’ said Dr. Pedersen. ‘Its lineage goes all the way back to the first proto-dogs that evolved from the wolves. Their genes are highly valuable for further research, as they are a window on the ancestral dog.’
Although expats and tourists become emotional about vanishing species such as the orangutan, Bali Starling, Java rhino and the many other creatures which are rapidly disappearing across Indonesia, the ubiquitous Bali Dog remains invisible to conservationists. There seem to be so many of them – too many, some say. Yet this precious and unique pool of DNA is quickly becoming contaminated by the introduction of imported dogs.
Because the Bali Dog is not yet a formally recognized breed, it is not being bred for purity. After thousands of years of uncontaminated DNA, the Bali Dog is now under threat from casual inbreeding with imported dogs. The so-called “breed dogs” are a status symbol here, but many are products of uncontrolled puppy mills where extreme inbreeding is the norm. Casual interbreeding with imported dogs introduces their weaker genes. The Bali Dog is so genetically diverse, it presents many different ear and tail types as well as colours.
[Villa Kitty, a rescue and adoption site especially for cats and kittens, is run by the fabulous Elizabeth and her caring staff. They rescue dogs too.
Every Sunday, Villa Kitty offers a great meal as a fundraiser to anyone interested in visiting the facility near Ubud. <http://www.villakitty.com>]
The Bali Dog may be black or white, or white with black or brown spots or patches of various sizes. There’s a wide variety of beautiful brindles including grey and black, solid brown with caramel and black stripes, and the more common sandy brown variety with black stripes. The most unusual colours for a Bali Dog are pure golden and grey. Also rare and highly sought after for ceremonial sacrifice is the un-neutered male pure brown variety with a black muzzle and face. [Yikes, I don’t know if this is still happening. I hope not!]. Genetic testing proves that regardless of the wide range of colour and markings, all these dogs shared the same pure DNA pool.
Bali Dogs make wonderful pets. Once the owner has won its trust, it can be highly trained. This is naturally a very clean dog and many owners claim that it seems to house train itself from an early age. The breed is extremely adaptable to many situations and climates, even growing a thicker coat when moved to colder parts of the world. Its wide genetic diversity makes it immune to the diseases and genetic disorders typical of selectively bred dogs. If well looked after, the breed can live over 16 years. There are stories of Bali Dogs traveling many miles across country to return to their original homes.
Although they like to run in packs and make a lot of noise, the breed is seldom aggressive and bites are rare if the dog is not provoked. They hate to be confined and can easily clear walls of over three meters [almost 10 feet] high, from the tops of which they also like to survey their territory. They’re commonly known as ‘street dogs’ because of their love of running free and socializing with each other, and although they many seem feral almost all Bali Dogs are in fact owned. They’re commonly seen hanging out in the doorways of their home compounds, alert to intruders. These dogs are smart and funny and often have huge personalities. They are great guard dogs, their distinctive barks alerting their owners to different kinds of intruders (‘Snake!’ ‘Stranger!’ ‘Evil Spirits!’).
Before plastic arrived in Bali, these dogs played an important part in the ecosystem by consuming the organic waste. Enthusiastic ratters, they also had a strong role in managing the rodent population on the island. When the government started culling dogs after the 2008 rabies outbreak, the rice harvest in some areas where the dogs had been eliminated was destroyed by the uncontrolled rat population. Bali Dogs also keep snakes and other unwelcome wildlife away from the house.
So if you’re in the market for a dog, why not choose the breed with the oldest and strongest genetic heritage, best adapted to the local climate, a terrific guard dog and a smart, funny companion – the Bali Dog.
To adopt a Bali Dog or if you see an injured dog on the street, call BAWA at 081 1389004 or BARC at 0361 975 038. [These organizations are doing wonderful work in educating people and in rescuing dogs]. Remember that these are charities, so please make a donation when you take a rescued dog in for care.”
Written by Ibu Kat in UbudLife No. 21 Dec. – Feb. 2015, p. 68-69.
Aloha & Sanpai jumpa, Renée
Since alcohol often doesn’t do good things for a person’s brain, I’ve wondered why wine is often touted as healthy – being good for your heart and a way to burn fat. A Danish study may explain the paradox.
“In 2002, four Danish scientists began examining grocery receipts. This may sound like a waste of taxpayer dollars, but in fact it was the kind of experiment other scientists describe as “elegant.” For years, science had been grappling with the unexplained health benefits of wine—wine drinkers seemed more resistant to coronary heart disease and certain cancers, but no one knew why.
Predictably, there was a large-scale effort to rip wine apart in search of whatever compound was working its peculiar magic on the human body and turn it into a pill. (Resveratrol was one). The Danish group came at it from a different angle. They didn’t need a gas chromatograph. They needed receipts. They wanted to know what else all those healthy wine drinkers were buying when they visited the supermarket.
Altogether, they examined 3.5 million transactions from 98 supermarkets. They found that wine drinkers didn’t shop the same way as beer drinkers. Wine drinkers were more likely to place olives, low-fat cheese, fruits and vegetables, low-fat meat, spices, and tea in their carts. Beer drinkers, on the other hand, were more likely to reach for the chips, ketchup, margarine, sugar, ready-cooked meals, and soft drinks.
Perhaps the health of wine drinkers isn’t caused by wine so much as by the fact that wine drinkers like wine in the first place. The greatest predictor of health, these results suggest, doesn’t come down to this or that nutrient. It comes down to what a person finds delicious.”
–Adapted from The Dorito Effect: The Surprising New Truth About Food and Flavor by Mark Schatzker in “Very Short Book Excerpt – Vino Veritas” June 2015 The Atlantic Monthly (p. 17).
Pass the fine cheese and grilled vegetables.
Aloha & Cheers, Barry & Renée
On Friday, we met for dinner with our tour members and Servas Israeli hosts to mingle and share information about our countries.
On the way, we saw old armored vehicles along the road – preserved to remember the many who fought and died so that Jewish people could have a country.
According to “The Convoy Skeletons” by Gil Gertel & Noam Even,“[T]he vehicles that brought food, water and arms from Tel Aviv to besieged Jerusalem in early 1948. . . were extremely vulnerable. Piles of stones were placed along the width of the road forcing the drivers to halt. Then snipers hidden between the rocks in the hills near the road, would open fire on the riders and vehicles.
Most of the trucks belonged to various kibbutz cooperative transport companies. Many of the drivers volunteered; the return trip was also via convoy. . . .
LESSER KNOWN FACTS
* During the battle for the road to Jerusalem, 230 convoys set out to bring supplies to the besieged city. . .
* Over 3100 trucks made their way to Jerusalem carrying 10,500 tons of supplies. . . .
* In February 1948 – 1299 trucks made the uphill trip to Jerusalem, in 81 convoys.
The armored vehicles symbolize the courage of those who guarded the convoys and who sacrificed their lives to bring supplies to the besieged city of Jerusalem. In the battles on the road to Jerusalem, more than 400 fighters were killed,
Our Servas Israel hosts served great Middle Eastern food including hummus, wonderful olives, breads, . . .
My favorite presentation was the one from Russia (and you will understand why). The Russian women showed crafts and gave a slide show about beautiful Lake Baikal, located in the south of Siberia. We learned that Lake Baikal, which is about 25 million years old, is the largest (by volume) freshwater lake in the world; it contains about 20% of the world’s unfrozen surface fresh water and at 1,642 m (5,387 ft), the deepest and among the clearest of all lakes. It contains more water than all the U.S. Great Lakes combined!
Baikal is home to more than 1,700 species of plants and animals, two-thirds of which can be found nowhere else in the world. In 1996, Lake Baikal became a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The temperatures are cool: a winter minimum of −19 °C (−2 °F) to a summer maximum of 14 °C (57 °F). Lake Baikal is very beautiful and a wonderful place to visit.
Then the Russians ladies gave us typical Russian treats to eat and Lake Baikal water to drink. When the bottle came around, I poured a cup for Manda and another for me. I took a big gulp —- then I realized it wasn’t clear, cold Lake Baikal water, but another liquid for which Russia is famous: vodka!
For Manda, it was the first time she’d had alcohol in 20 years! But no harm was done – and we all got plenty of laughs out of the presentation. We could see that Russians are fun-loving people. Beware, however, when a Russian offers you “water”!
Besides getting to know Servas members and learn about other countries, we also heard from Franco Collodet, an Italian sociologist and philosophy professor from the Institute Volterra-Elia of Ancona.
In several earlier pilgrimages, Franco Collodet has walked the roads of Europe — to Rome, Lourdes, Fatima, and Santiago de Compostela — tracing the ancient routes that arrive in major places of worship. Collodet says he is inspired by integration among peoples.
In his latest pilgrimage, Collodet walked 4,100 kilometers (2,547.62 miles) from the Cathedral of Ancona in Italy to Jerusalem, arriving on Christmas 2014! He shared highlights of his “Send Your Prayer to Jerusalem” experience.
Servas hosts and tour members had a wonderful evening together.
Our following day tour was Christmas in Jerusalem.
At 10:00 a.m., we met at Jaffa Gate of the Old City and viewed the walls surrounding the Old City of Jerusalem – a city of many faiths.
We walked to the Christian Quarter and saw the Franciscan Church of ST. SAVIOUR- St Salvador, a beautiful Italian style church decorated for Christmas.
The Crypt of the Basilica marks the place where after the Resurrection of Jesus, Mary lived and died.
At the heart of the Christian quarter, The Church of the Holy Sepulcher honors the site where Jesus was crucified, buried, and arose. The Stations of the Cross end here.
The Church of the Holy Sepulcher is controlled by – the Greek Orthodox, who own its central worship space, the Catholics, and the Armenian Orthodox. The three groups have yet to agree on how to restore the crypt area damaged by fire.
We also visited the Lutheran Church of the Redeemer.
We walked then through the Jewish Quarter of narrow alleys to visit at the Wailing Wall and then climbed up to Mt. Zion.
The Muslim shrine located on the Temple Mount within the Old City Walls of Jerusalem, The Dome of the Rock, is considered by some the “most recognized of Jerusalem’s landmarks.” It was first completed in 691 CE.
The site’s great religious significance for Jews, Christians, and Muslims stems from religious traditions regarding the rock, the Foundation Stone, at the heart of The Dome of the Rock.
Although the Israelis captured the Dome of the Rock in 1967 during the Six-Day War, the country gave the Muslims authority to manage the Temple Mount to “keep the peace.”
In 1993, King Hussein of Jordan donated $8.2 million to refurbish the dome with 80 kilograms of gold! No wonder it glows in the sun.
Then we walked on to visit The Last Supper Room.
And we saw Dormition Abbey – a golden, highly decorated church that contains the tomb of the Virgin Mary.
We walked again along the walls of Old City Jerusalem back to the Jaffa Gate – to end another wonderful day full of history and religion and new friends.
Aloha & Shalom,