We made our way through the winding souqs and tiny streets in the old city of beautiful Jerusalem.  Miserably, I followed Marcelo through to the Muslim Quarter as our budgets did not want to go NEAR the price of a hostel in the Christian or Jewish Quarter.  I mean, there was nothing at all wrong [...]

Dear Brain, Tonight I would like to not dream about my imminent return to New Zealand.  However, if we have to go down that route for the again for the 100th time this week, can we make it slightly more cheerful.  You’re ruining my day. Signed, Me.