2017-11-13 31 34

Mon 13 Nov 2017 in 31,34: 31.7285479, 34.9638450 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox

Location

A forest near the West Brosh Industrial Area.

Participants

Yosef (talk)

Plans

I got home in the middle of the day and decided that I would give it a shot. The planning was terrible: I started the trip with 47% battery which is never enough for a trip.

In short, take a bus to Beit Shemesh and then walk about four kilometers to the hash point through some forests with pleasant paths.

Expedition

It started out fine with a pleasant mid-day bus ride to Beit Shemesh. I hiked out of town through a sandy path that fell apart under my feet. I crossed highway 38 above the highway and found a path that followed the road south. When I got to what looked like a good path to turn west (right), I took it. I then found another nice path that continued south (left) and saw a pickup truck. Oh no big deal, I'll just pass it on the side at a run so it doesn't bother me.

I then heard "'akitzot" yelled from the truck. That means stings in Hebrew. As in 'akitzot dvorim means bee stings. Then I saw some cartons which made me realize that there was a small commercial hive there. Then I ran like an idiot throwing my phone and my hat as several bees circled me. I probably screamed like little girl. The bees kind of let up for a minute so I could pick up my phone and then they came to get me again. I ran at least fifty meters if not more and I ended up throwing off my shirt as well. Fortunately I think I was only stung in the back of the head once and I pulled out the dying bee from my hair. It might have help that I ran away spinning around in order to disorient the bees from attacking me, but I have no idea.

I went back to my shirt and spun, shook, and inspected it to make sure that there weren't any more bees interested in me. They were a little bit so I had to do more running and spinning but eventually they got bored.

From there I was thinking about heading home, but a Jew needs a [[1]] so first I had to get my hat back. I walked up the hill and found the men in the pickup truck. They showed me where they had hung my hat and told me that the bees were angry and I shouldn't go near them now. I think they had probably just stolen their Lucky Charms, or honey, what ever. When I got to my hat there was a bee there waiting for me which made me do more running and spinning but eventually she let up and I was able to stand and think for a minute.

I could go home, but I had already traveled so far.