Bad Apples & Bad Haircuts

Finally today I have the day off. It's Friday, and I'm in the town of Tzfat with South Africans Kady and Kewan (girl and boy). The bus journey from Bar Am took about 40 minutes through the steep gradients, and stopping off at other kibbutzes in the area. The weather is overcast and chilly, so as I hadn't packed any warm clothes, other than a blazer and a couple of sweaters, I am fr-r-r-eeeezing!

Kibbutz life is pretty uneventful, although I'm told that TONIGHT (being pub night - the kibbutz - free - pub is open twice a week, and Friday is the big night) is the night that everything kicks off. However, about 16 of the volunteers have gone for the weekend to Tiberius, so I don't know if that'll make a difference or not. Have been eating so much here. 3 times a day we have meals at the dining hall. The kibbutzniks (the kibbutz members) and us volunteers all eat there, and as there are about 500 people or more living on the kibbutz, it is a huge hall. The meals are all buffet style, with a salad bar, and lots of choice of other less healthy foods. Hence why, allegedly, all the girls put on weight (bloody men and their fast metabolisms, eh?) in their time here. Sheesh. Not good.

Meal times seem to be pretty enjoyable affairs, where you sit at any table with space (pretty much always with the volunteers, as the kibbutzniks don't really mix that much with us) and end up having various random conversations (yesterday I found out that in South Africa the only Muppets they have, are ones that teach children about the Aids virus! How terrible!)

Work has been its usual boring self. The factory manager - Eli (I think that's his name) is pretty entertaining though. He punctuates the day with several 'Ellooo... Sweet darhhhhling, did you not 'eer a word I just sed?' - he refers to all the females as 'Sweet Darling's - we all know it's because he doesn't remember our names. Eli's somewhere in his 40s or 50s, I'd guess, and resembles (if you can picture it) the love-child of Jabba the Hut and Andy Serkis (the guy who was the voice of Gollum in LOTR films). Interesting combination of looks....

So, no more work til Sunday. Tomorrow I plan to have a nice lazy day. Today when I get back to the kibbutz, I plan to hide my hair, having just got a HORRENDOUS haircut... ok, maybe I should just tell the story here. Basically, Kewan wanted a haircut, and so the hairdresser asked if I did too. I found myself saying 'Yes', surprisingly. Well, in all honesty it needed a trim. Yes, TRIM. Why oh why do all hairdressers have the compulsion to want to give me a mullet??!??! What is WITH that? Do they have secret access to my nightmares or something (which usually involve Victoria Beckham, and/or mullets... Don't ask.. oh and most recently: apples)??!?! Well, Most of the cut is actually well done, but it's just too short at the front, and the guy seems to have forgotten that I have naturally CURLY hair, so I'm going to look like a complete retard when I wash it again. I don't DO straight hair.

Oh well. Guess it just means clipping my hair back for a couple of months. I've done it once... hell, actually more like LOTS of times... so I'll do it again. Kady and Kewan keep saying it's a 'nice' cut. Whatever. Doesn't suit my chubby moon face, anyway. On the plus side, at least it got rid of the split ends.

Ok, so I'm guessing you're not reading this to hear intricut (I know I've mispelt that - sod off) details of my haircut, so I'll describe Tzfat for you instead:

Crummy little bleak excuse of a town where Kabbalah originated.

Ok, happy now?

I'm tired, tired, tired. Can't wait to get back home and pass out. Been up since 6.30 so that we could get the early bus, as we need to get the bus back before they stop running as it's Shabbat at sunset. Kewan is acting like a brat too. My word he's such a rude little brat of an 18 year old. Deserves a good hiding! Sheeeesh.

I'm sure there's other news. Ok maybe not. Who am I kidding? Will keep you updated on the goings on at Bar Am. For now, adieu. x