|Misty view of The Sea of Galilee over rooftops -click to enlarge|
Fortunately, there was an intercity bus stop in the side street close to the hotel, otherwise it would have been a bit of a trek to connect with transport. The hotel receptionist we met, was an information lifesaver; being a Nazarene, he was really pleased we wanted to visit where he lived, "not far away," he said "Somebody will tell you". It was soon clear to us that independent international travellers would fare better being in town, that the hotels on the periphery were business orientated and just not geared up to provide for independent tourists. We received print-outs of bus times, (those we required were underlined with the receptionist's pen) and we were given a double-sided map, both in Ivrit, (Hebrew) and Arabic. Armed with these papers, and feeling totally disempowered, we went to investigate the bus stop.
I reckoned if I could say the name of the name of the place as it was known locally, we stood a better chance of getting on the right bus and arriving there. The driver beckoned us in, a fare was paid and we took our seats. "You want to go to the centre of Nazareth?" asked a woman in English. She had to get off the bus before us, however, she explained to the driver exactly where he should tell us to alight. Wow! In a street crowded with people and jam-packed with cars, which were virtually at a standstill, the driver signalled to us we were near our stop. He pointed emphatically at a row of bus stops to indicate where we should return to for the bus back to Tiberius.
In Nazareth, with nobody to guide us, we were a bit disorientated. On the list of 'must see' places, were the ruins beneath the Basilica; to explore the ancient quarter of Nazareth and also the market. The first sight to greet us were these billboards, (what else might you call them). We studied them with interest.
|To the right of the picture you can see the thick grey 'spire' of The Basilica|
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To be continued/......