Peppery Adventures on the streets of KS

Have you ever bitten into a raw pepper seed? That slightly burning unbearable flavour consumes your mouth for a few moments and just like that, it’s over! That is what buying a second hand car tastes like…

Before moving to Israel every one raved about the public transport system and said “you can get by without a car”. Once our feet landed on Israels’ soil, that notion was swiftly thrown out! Clearly things were lost in translation and this was not the case and as you might have read in my previous blog, getting places takes uber long! Sitting on a bus to commute to the next bus to then walk another 15 minutes until you reach a destination is not an option and by the way, buses and trains do not drive on Fridays and Saturdays, so how do we get places? EEEKKKKK.

I just did a huge grocery shop, now to walk home! 12 blocks doesn’t sound so bad, but add 20kg’s of shopping and then lets see who’s smiling!

The search for a second hand car was on and that bitter taste got stronger every time I opened “Yad2” to check what was on offer. “Yad 2” translates to “second hand” it’s an online site where you can find anything second hand, from purim costumes to cell phones to cars to apartments and and and…

Step 1. Open search engine,

Step 2. Type in Yad2,

Step 3. Google translate to understand how to navigate said site cause despite pretty pictures it’s asking far too many questions (Who is in charge of translating the Hebrew to English on this google translate app? Seriously, the word it just translated isn’t even an English word!)

Most signs and translations from Hebrew to English in Israel are bizarre and wrong.               In the short few months we’ve been here most things I’ve read I either giggle at or contort my face into a million awkward motions to try figure out what is actually written… For example, there are a number of variations of the spelling of the name of the area we live in: “Kfar Sava, Cfar Sava, Kefar Sava, or Kefar Saba… confused much? Me too!

Step 4. After figuring out which car we might want and inputting all information into said places, hit “SEARCH”

Okay, so I thought I could afford that, hhhmmm, moving on, that car has done how many kilometers???? OMG, did they drive to India in that? Moving on…

This tiresome search has taken us weeks and the bitter taste of the pepper was so embedded we felt like there was no hope, but wait, if you add pepper to something, like salad or meatballs, or pasta it no longer stings your mouth and all of a sudden it has added so much flavour you miss that stingy sensation!  Just like that, EUREKA.                                     A car was found, viewed, negotiated and BOUGHT! We receive our little car on Thursday yipppeeeeee. Watch out Israel, Bibi is now mobile on the roads!




It’s all about that Thyme

Today we celebrate 3 months in Israel! WOW! Time has flown…

In SA a weekly routine would be, up by 6am, kids fed, to school, work, fetch kids, have a playdate, extra murals, kids bathed, fed and in bed by 8pm, then only to start the routine again the next day! Weekends were a full 2 days of chillaxing with friends and eating a fortune of meat! The biggest obstacle most Olim face is that here in Israel there is only 1 day for the weekend. How I miss chilled Sunday braai’s with my family and friends.Meat is a huge expense here. We have been searching for that perfect cut of meat, no luck yet. Watch this space for my hopes are that it will be found! My favorite meat spice was always bought at Woolies, it was a mix of herbs – thyme, coriander and chopped red chilli, it brought out the flavours of the braai meat and every bite would make my heart sing. I will duplicate that flavour once I duplicate the cut of meat, but that’s a whole other story.

An hour was added onto the clock last week, they call it daylight savings, all of a sudden my phone said 1am while the rest of the clocks around the house had a very different number. An hour stolen just like that?

The week of “balagan” (meaning crazy, mess) began!

On Sunday I conquered a lot of fears, I over came the public transport system and managed to get myself to an area called Ramat Hasharon for a job interview. Over an hour of travelling with 2 buses and a 15 minute walk commute, thanks to my trusted MOOVIT app I got everywhere in the exact time I needed to, this app tells you exactly when the bus arrives, which bus to take and how many stops before you need to get off. The small differences between a 1st world and 3rd world country felt right there. I used public transport successfully! *sigh of relief*

After a successful job interview I was asked to returned the next day for a trial work day, 7 hours on my feet after an hour commute, 7 hours of sheering flowers!!! Then another hour back home… up 2 flights of stairs to greet 73 boxes! Our container with all our things arrived and the unpacking of 73 boxes promptly began. Hooray, Our stuff had arrived *happy dancing around the cramped house to “because I’m happy” soundtrack consumed my soul*

Following day I travelled an hour to Tel Aviv for another job interview, and another hour back, then more unpacking… Sum up – Within 72 hours I had achieved 2 job interviews which included 6 hours of commutes, 1 day consisting of 7 hours of hard manual labour and had unpacked 73 boxes!!!!!!!!!!

Time is one thing you can not get back and every moment counts, so yesterday we made it count by spending it with new friends, family and food. Tasty food, food with many spices, some familiar and some new. I can not escape the grind and the hustle and the long hours that await, the hours spent getting places and figuring out where things are, yet the journey is sometimes the best part and looking back on the past 3 months I realise that our journey is only NOW beginning!