Here’s a tip. If you’re ever in Nazareth and feeling peckish, head for a restaurant called Diana. Thanks to my lovely friend Einat’s suggestion, that’s exactly what I did and had quite possibly the greatest lunch I’ve ever had. I am now addicted to Arabic cuisine. What that place can’t do with aubergines just isn’t worth knowing.
That has been the highlight of my week so far, by long chalk. And a big stomach. Israel was a fantastic trip, despite my being detained for an hour by some very nice Israeli security people at Ben Gurion airport on the way home. It seems that travelling to Israel in search of Elvis Presley is a fairly unusual occurence, hence I was given a fairly stiff grilling, not mention having to strip down to my trolleys for a fairly thorough search. But not that thorough, fortunately.
The main reason for travelling to Israel was to visit the Elvis Inn diner, on the highway between Tel Aviv and Jersualem, an extraordinary place and a fitting final destination for the Elvis trail. Israel’s a fascinating country and, despite the bad publicity it seems to get in the global press, is full of splendid people of all denominations. I can’t wait to go back, personally.
I’m still immersed in writing the book, which now has to be done by the end of this month (I had to go cap in hand for an extension). It’s quite a strange feeling to have finished all the travelling, as I’ve covered a fair few miles in the last few months. Indeed, as I basked in the Israeli sunshine (getting sunburnt, naturally), it was weird to think that barely a month earlier I’d been enjoying coffee and doughnuts al fresco in sub-zero, snowy Finland.
So, for the next few weeks I shall be a bleary presence in front of the laptop screen and doing little else, it seems. I will, however, be flinging out the next edition of the newsletter shortly, so if you haven’t done so already, sign up here. It’s free, and if you’re not satisfied you are of course entitled to a full refund.