This particular winery is within gunshot of the Lebanese border, but the staff did not appear to be disquieted by the shadow of a Hezbollah crow’s nest in clear view just beyond the Israeli fence.

It was about 45C (120F) in this lower ring of Hades when we arrived, and the agenda was to pass over the Allenby Bridge into Israel as quickly as we may. Asking the way to the bridge from several different people on the road yielded no fruit.

The roast chicken tasted if it had been aging for a few days and the rice as well. The little place had an unclean feel but I did not obey my first impulse and attempt to find a better lunch spot…

By the time we arrived at our destination in Salem I was completely zonked and ravenously hungry.

As we rushed to pack our gear (myself running on an average of 3.5 hours of sleep for the past couple of nights!), between large cups of Useless Bay Coffee, we struggled to fit all of the possessions we will posses for the next two years into our trailers.