We walked from Nazareth to the Kinneret. Beautiful hillside, important history, spiritual value ... the stirring, pondering, meditations of the pilgrim jarred to the present with the trail being apparently used by the locals as a fair place to dump rubbish. Apart from our constant horror at the desolation of the land by the 21st century, the trail from Nazareth to Sepphoris/Zippori to Cana, Arbel and Wadi Hammim was marvellous. We lay under the cover of forest in Zippori, tented in the corner of a wheatfield near lavi, met wonderful people, were offered water, gave our water. The views over the valleys, the ubiquitous birdsong. Most extraordinary was the trail leading through the Horns of Hattin where a crusader vs saladin battle was fought and the cave fortresses of the rebels in the cliffs of Arbel. Between the horns of hattin we, with our packs, and sore feet felt like hobbits on their journey through middle earth!!!
I imagined peace at the Galilee when we arrived but it was another jarring return to real time. Tamar Beach, thumping disco tunes, drum battles on Wii, barking dogs, lights and booze...
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