Laundry basket cat. This Joburg weather reminds me of the smell of England, which is the smell of damp laundry airing indoors, and tea. http://ift.tt/1g67NoL
"Urban Savannah": this backdrop to a building at Bank City in Joburg creates an effective illusion of the wide-open plains. http://ift.tt/1hAd7kr
Joburg: where a big red line in the middle of a dedicated Bus Rapid Transit lane is taken to mean “fast lane” to any driver who is in a hurry. Which in Joburg, is any driver. I’ve seen ordinary cars as well as taxis using this lane. It’s an unfair and potentially very dangerous practice, and it flies in the face of public transport principles that are well-established and respected elsewhere in the world. But hey, this is Joburg. http://ift.tt/1pCBaCY
The Burger King queue. A bizarre new South African phenomenon that no-one has yet been able to explain, at least without telling a Whopper or two. I don’t eat burgers, so I can’t tell whether the queuing is worth it. But as you can see, some people have been queuing for so long here, that they’ve turned to stone. This is in Rosebank, Joburg. http://ift.tt/1hS64q7
A lesser-known work by Salvador Dali, at the entrance to Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv. Goodbye, Israel, and lehitraot: until we meet again. And thank you all, as I head back home, for accompanying me on this journey. I’ve really enjoyed sending these little postcards-by-Instagram. Thank you for your likes, your comments, your tips, your questions. I hope some of you will be encouraged to visit this beautiful, fascinating, and complex land. Enjoy the food, the history, the landscape, the stories, the music, the people, the crazy mix of ancient and modern. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, to argue, to explore the other side of the divide. This is a land that has stirred passions for generations, and whoever you are, wherever you come from, whatever your beliefs or suppositions, somewhere here, I promise, you’ll feel some sort of connection. http://ift.tt/1fjsNmW
My favourite piece of wall art, Bethlehem. I stared at it for a while, trying to figure it out, and eventually decided it must be street art for street art’s sake. http://ift.tt/1fiTLLD
Street art and firewall, Bethlehem. http://ift.tt/1fiTLv6
Paint-splattered watchtower, Bethlehem. http://ift.tt/1fiTIzh
Hanging out, Main Street, Ramallah. Globalisation, cellphones, and social media have blurred the cultural lines between countries, making it quite possible to feel instantly at home in pretty much any big city in the world. Which, in its own way, is a curiously dislocating feeling. http://ift.tt/1pktsxj
Stepping out, Ramallah. http://ift.tt/1eq6VGC
Sidewalk shopping, Ramallah. http://ift.tt/1eq6VGp
Palestinian Authority traffic cop, Ramallah. In a roundabout way, he was trying to shepherd the stuttering, hooting traffic around the roundabout, but his main function seemed to be to point people in the direction of parking, of which there didn’t seem to be much. http://ift.tt/1cIhJTS
Fashion line up, Ramallah. http://ift.tt/1cIhHLT
A jolly familiar figure in the Stars & Bucks coffee shop in Ramallah. I don’t know quite what he was doing there, a couple of months away from Christmas. But he lent a festive air to the place. http://ift.tt/1cIhHLH
Ramallah. A brash, noisy, hustle-bustle of a city, with a carefree spirit and a cool awareness of its own street-style. Smack-bang in the centre of the West Bank, it is today the de facto administrative capital of the Palestinian Territories. It felt to me in some odd way a mirror image of Tel Aviv, another secular city with roots in faith and zeal. I snapped this pic from the cheekily-named Stars & Bucks coffee shop, which felt a lot like a Starbucks, except for the sound of people puffing away on their Hubbly Bubblies. http://ift.tt/1eq6Y51
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