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TO TRAMP OR NOT TO TRAMP<br />
I spent my first weekend in Haifa going home with my roommate, Tikva. Her family lives in Ashqelon, which is a small town about<br />
55 km south of Tel Aviv. Aside from having a wonderful time while in Ashqelon —meeting my roommate’s family, being fed “real”<br />
food, and being in a “home,” I also had quite an exciting experience getting here.<br />
Tikva asked me to go home with her about half an hour before she was planning to leave. Okay, that wasn’t a problem —I<br />
had money to take a bus and the Ulpan hadn’t begun, so I didn’t have any homework yet. 1 was ready to be on my way. Tikva said<br />
it would take about three hours to get there. We began our escapade on a city bus that left from the University. She had mentioned<br />
something about getting a “tram” after taking the bus to what I thought she called “Freud” street.(Oh no, what a name to mention<br />
to a psychology major!) Okay, a “tram.” I hadn’t been on one of those yet. I had images of the shuttle buses in Santa Cruz, or the<br />
cable cars in San Francisco. What did she mean, a “tram”?<br />
It only took me a few minutes to figure out what she meant by tramming. She was actually talking about that age-old<br />
phenomenon (illegal in the US) of “hitchhiking.” All right, I was getting the picture (as my mother’s voice lingered through my<br />
mind, “Don’t hitchhike, and...”) and was quite calm about the whole thing. After all, I was an experienced Israeli trammer who<br />
travelled this way quite often. I found myself standing at what used to be a bus stop with my index finger pointing in the direction<br />
of Tel Aviv, from where we would continue to “tram” till Ashqelon! It took quite a while before we found someone going to the<br />
right place. Many cars stopped, Tikva asked them something in Hebrew, received either a “yes” or a “no” answer and we hung<br />
around until we found someone going to Tel Aviv. I was still calm. Tikva assured me, and I trusted her.<br />
We ended up getting a ride with a soldier. Tikva got into the front seat with him and I sat in the back of the truck with my<br />
backpack and camera, the wind blowing in my face and, in the background, a Hebrew conversation between Tikva and the<br />
somewhat obnoxious soldier.<br />
This was an experience I’d never forget, I thought, even before we got to Tel Aviv, and I didn’t realize how many more<br />
“trams” it would take to get to Ashqelon. Some people would stop and only be willing to take us a short distance. We finally got to<br />
Tel Aviv and it took about three more trams before getting to Ashqelon. At one point we got a ride from a man driving a big-load<br />
truck. He seemed nice enough to me. He asked Tikva, in Hebrew, where I was from and she explained what I was doing here. I<br />
found Tikva sitting very close to me, although we seemed to have a lot of room. She appeared a little uneasy and the next thing I<br />
knew, she had asked him to pull over and I found myself on the side of a foreign highway, not really knowing where I was. It turns<br />
out the man was an Arab and Tikva didn’t feel safe. Her uneasiness was getting me a bit unsure of myself, but I assured myself that<br />
it would all work out, as it, in fact, did.<br />
Tikva didn’t think I had enjoyed our escapade to Ashqelon and the whole weekend she kept reminding me that we would be<br />
taking a bus on the way back. Although I found the tramming trip quite exciting, new, and unpredicable experience, it was a bit of<br />
a comfort to know that we take a more “conventional” means (in American terms anyway) on the return trip to Haifa.<br />
Hitchhiking, or tramping (it is tramping, not tramming, as I was corrected a few days later) is a prevalent means of transportation<br />
here for both the Israelis and the many students and tourists, though it’s not really for me.<br />
EMILY LEVINE<br />
Monterey, California<br />
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