As is already known to all my close and distant friends, relatives, and the rare visitors of this blog, which is gradually degenerating into fragmented chunks with photos of pizza, not so long ago I had the rare opportunity, joy, and rarity to visit the Middle Eastern region, and not just any region, but one of the most interesting ones – Eretz Yisrael. The Land of Israel, flowing with milk and honey – as it's called in the Bible.
This region doesn't entirely coincide with the territory of the State of Israel, yet it is indeed its spiritual and cultural heir, though to what extent is an open question.
The plan to visit Israel was born spontaneously: my mom's friend paid a visit to Latvia and invited us over, and a little later, random poking around on skyscanner.net brought a catch in the form of a Vilnius - Tel Aviv flight W6 8094 by Wizz Air. Beggars can't be choosers, even though flying out of Vilnius is slightly less convenient, and the low-cost carrier Wizz Air has nowadays reached such a low point that they even want money for a large cabin bag.
Impulsively and without thinking it through, I smashed the "Stock up" button, and suddenly the question on the agenda was what exactly I'd be doing in the holy land, where I'd live, and what I'd eat, considering I don't suffer from an excess of funds. The plan ripened long and hard, almost like for 40 days and forty nights my exhausted brain led itself through the desert, until an epiphany struck it – there, into the desert, is exactly where one must head, for that is the promised velo-land!