I am. So. Exhausted.
Today has not been a good day.
But let’s start from the beginning.
Everything started normally. Six layers of clothes. Breakfast – on time, almost early, for once in this trip. Leaving with the bus.
I was actually quite excited about our first stop – the WWI ANZAC and British Cemetery.
When I turned on the camera, I discovered that the screen had broken. I’m not sure how – presumably it was pressed against something or bumped against something at some point between getting back yesterday and turning on today – but what started as a small black dot in the morning grew to engulf the whole screen, except for one fuzzy little corner, but midday.
And there’s no viewfinder other than the screen.
I informed Diane, from whom I borrowed the camera, the moment I discovered it, of course. Although she seemed more concerned that I wouldn’t be able to take pictures, that doesn’t change the fact that I had broken her belonging while it was in my possession.
Anyway, most of today’s pictures are point-the-camera-and-hope-for-the-best type pictures.
I found three Hays on the “no known grave” wall.
It’s a statistical certainty that, had I had enough time, I would have found a Hay in the actual graves. Instead, I found the tombstone of William Shakespeare.
There was an “unknown soldier” on just about every aisle I went down. Some had the regiment listed, but others simply said “known unto God” underneath a plain cross.
There are four ANZAC-British WWI cemeteries in the country: Chaifa, Tel Aviv, Jerusalem, and Ber Sheva. We’ll be going to the one in Ber Sheva (Beersheba) on the weekend.