Sunday. Church this morning, again in Arabic and English. Getting used to the coffee out here, a little sweet but nice.
Off to the Lebanese - Israeli border. No Palestinian villages in the Upper Galilee as they have all been destroyed. All Israeli settlements, though you can see cacti here and there.
Well, Israel is most definitely a western society - found a McDonalds and a Burger King !!
Saw some Druze workers crossing back over the border. They come over to work in Israel as they get paid more over here than they do back home. If, or when, Israel gives back the occupied territories they are going to be disadvantaged. Also, they collaborated with Israel during the war so they might have difficulty getting work in Lebanon.
The Druze men wear baggy trousers as they believe that when their god comes he will be born to a man and so they wear the baggy trousers in order to stop the baby falling to the ground. True? I don't know.
We got shouted at by a soldier because we were photographing them. I don't like having my photo taken either, but talk about touchy.
Drove along to the Syrian border at a valley known as the crying valley. In this valley families shout to one another across the border to find out how their families are. They cannot phone each other. Whilst we were there a family was there shouting to one another. A young woman came up to us and told us that she had not seen her mother for a year and a half, all they can do is shout to one another. On the top of the valley we could see a military post, and down in the valley were the mine fields.
The Palestinians are not allowed to dig wells to get water, this is most obvious here as they have constructed big drums on the hillside in order to collect the rain. In the coming years the fighting is going to be over water - whoever controls the water has control.