September 13, 2008
I welcome you all to my blog ‘Entertaining travelling stories’.
I’ve travelled extensively since I was a very young child, so I’m going to share with you my experiences, as welll as my family and friends experiences.
I’ll be glad to add your stories too.
I also have another blog: Israel that you don’t know
Enjoy it & have fun.
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November 6, 2008
My uncle also lived in Ivory Coast with his family. One day my cousin heard ‘me me me’ when she approached the house a few days before Passover. They found a goat in their yard. One of my uncle’s associates brought the goat as a gift for the holiday (as people used to sacrifice goats at the temple few thousand years ago…). My cousins used to walk this goat with a thread tied to its horns. One day it entered into their home and saw itself in the mirror. Obviously, it thought that it was a rival and began to butt the mirror. I hope that it didn’t have a headache afterwards ….
November 6, 2008
The special thing about this ‘Monkey Village’ was the strong bond which was created between humans and the beautiful monkeys (they were black while their back had the colors of a flame, including yellow, orange and red). Someone used to bang on a pan attached to a tree at 14:00 and then the monkeys gathered and everyone fed them. These monkeys also enjoyed a special treat: when it was cold or rainy, they went to sleep in the villagers’ huts.
I feel like Dr. Doolittle with all these animal stories …
October 18, 2008
I had travelled with my parents a few years ago in Italy. It was in the region of Lake Maggore in northern Italy. One day we visited a palace on Isola Bella that had a garden with white peacocks lying on the grass. I looked at the scene and told my mother in Romanian: ‘Do you think that they are dead?’ An Italian guy overheard our conversation and said in Italian: ‘no, they are not dead, just resting’. My mother looked at me and we both burst with laughter as we were so surprised that we understood each other. We didn’t know Italian and the Italian man obviously did not speak Romanian. But somehow we managed to understand each other perfectly.
October 3, 2008
The last house where I lived in England was with a Malaysian colleague (he invited me to live in this house), with the English landlord and his daughter. The Malaysian guy founded the Malaysian society at the university where we both had studied (University of Humberside, England). He threw a party to which all our lecturers, colleagues and Malaysian students at the university were invited to… The atmosphere was great and at the end after we exchanged addresses etc., I felt really great, got on the table and started belly dancing (whatever it was)… You had to see the faces of my colleagues… This blond woman doing belly dancing … There were all sorts of nationalities… you name it… Malaysians, Indians, Germans, French, English… It was worth every penny/dime to watch them J
September 27, 2008
I lived in the Ivory Coast, West Africa as a child during the years 1979-1982. I travelled extensively with my parents and sister in this country. On one occasion we travelled to a beautiful mountainous area that is called ‘Man’ (pronounced m-a-n, not ‘man’ in English). One day we arrived to a place with a rope bridge stretched over a wide river. The width of the bottom of this bridge was about a half foot (4 inches, 10 cm). I went together with four men. After crossing the river on the bridge, we returned to the shore by walking on large logs… really brave kid… But when I arrived to the shore, I began to scream. What happened? There were transparent crabs roaming the river shore. Do you know them? My courage stops when I see them… I think that these crabs really became scared of my screams J
September 14, 2008
In 1994-1995 I’ve studied for MBA in England. I had a French flatmate whose name was Helene. She invited me to her place in Bayonne, southern France.
They lived with her grandmother who didn’t speak a word of English. So I spoke whatever French I remembered. And then I turned to Helene and braggingly asked her: ‘So, how do I speak French?’ She looked at me and said: ‘Shoshi, you speak perfect Franglais’ (namely: the words are in French while the order is in English)
September 13, 2008
In 2001 I knew an American guy on the Internet. We planned that he would come here, but as the State Department issued a warning regarding travelling to Israel, he changed his mind and invited me to the US instead.
I arrived to Newark Airport to wait for a connecting flight to Baltimore. I found out that I’ll arrive one hour earlier so I had to inform him. The minimum charge of the public phone was $3. I had only $100, $20 notes. I looked for a shop where I could buy something and have small change. No luck.
So I began to ask people who waited for the flight if they could change my $20 note into small change. No one could do this. Suddenly, an old lady who sat next to me began to collect money for me, doing a kind of ‘magbit for Shoshi’ to have the $3 dollars for me. I warmly thanked her and she replied: ‘I’m going to the church every Sunday. Something good has to come out of it’.
September 13, 2008
I travelled to Australia in 1995 where I stayed in Perth for two months.
One day I went with my friends to a park. There was a small pond and geese. They looked so beautiful to me: white, 1 meter height and orange-coloured beak. Of course, I handed them some food…. And then the action began. A flock of geese chasing me around this pond while my friends sit and watch the sight not understanding what’s going on… Just to see it