On the way back to Jerusalem, I stopped to take some photos of bedouins herding their goats over the barren mountains. Beautiful.


Then we popped by the view point on the Mount of Olives and took more photos.


In the evening, we found ourselves doing some serious yet improvised partying, with me mixing caipirinhas and margueritas, and popping the nice sparkling wine we brought home from South Africa. We finished the evening with live music at the Russian jazz bar.
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