The Jewlicious Jihad are turning into the real sponsors of my Israel trip and I've officially put them in charge of my non-Aish time here. (A rundown on other friendly souls, including Jewschool Dan who got me drunk on Wednesday with a bunch of leftist Yeshiva Yids at a Pearl Harbor party and then kept me up until 3am outside of Jaffa gate discussing Palestinian sympathizing and 9/11 conspiracy theories, another time.) But first, read about and see pictures of the hiking trip (with naughty 17 and 18 year old negiah girls splashing each other under a waterfall!) and a dip/float in the Dead Sea they took me on this past Tuesday. Below are my annotated notes.

*I think it would have been more appropiate if I was photographed holding a laptop and reading Buzzmachine. Word of caution about taking a Dead Sea float: 1) try not to spontaneously immerse your head underwater unless you want your eyes to burn for days, 2) there's no avoiding the flaming bunghole sensation but think of it as therapeutic or at the least disease-free, 3) and the strongest words I can flex, as passed on to me by a freckly-faced Tulane refugee studying at Hebrew U.: "Whatever you do here, don't fart in the Dead Sea."

*The girl on the far right and in the foreground is the one I helped up and over a rock. I had no idea this act of kindness meant I was offering my hand in marriage. Either that or she'll now have to cut hers off. On the upside, she's pretty cute.

*I always find it hard to pass up the opportunity of assembling present company for a half-assed picture in the Slint "Spiderland" pose.

*I'm still sore.

That's all, Shabbos shutdown is fast approaching and I need to buy some Bamba to survive it.