Our troubled minibus stuck in the desert of Jericho.
Before the wide, asphalt road turned into narrow, winding paths we had the pleasure to be accompanied by to donkey-riding beduins. Their denim jeans and cell phones were a solid proof of the globalised world of today.
The monastery.
The wonderful sight of clouds casting their shadows over the hill tops of the desert. These photos make me shiver everytime I look at them. The scenery was extraordinary.
Narrow paths and deep clefts.
And finally, the story of the persistent seller:
One person must not be forgotten in this adventure; shortly after we had left our minibus a man drove up with a little tractor and started setting up a small booth with fresh orange juice. "Orange juice, Vitamin C!" he kept yelling, but to his great dissappointment we all walked past him without doing business. As persevering as can be, the seller packed together all his equipment, just to drive a few meters ahead of us, set up the booth again and cry out his sales pitch. Again, he would have to pack up without a profit, and the road was now to narrow for his tractor.
Hours later, when we had found our way out of the tangling paths of the desert, he was there again. "Orange juice, Vitamin C!" I believe this is persistence in the most true sense of the word.
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