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W hat would get you up<br />
5:00 in the morning to push<br />
and shove through a crowded line to<br />
purchase tickets? For many<br />
Chulniks, the answer to this<br />
question might be the famed Golan<br />
Hike, the beautiful Ein Gedi Hike,<br />
or any one of the other popular OSA<br />
Tiyulim. Once the word spread<br />
about the fun and excitement to be<br />
had on these trips, getting on the<br />
hike was sometimes alm ost as<br />
challenging as actually being on it.<br />
W hether it was tram ping around the tourist sites of the<br />
Old C ity or a weekend of some serious hiking, a ticket and a<br />
pair of Commandos were a small price to pay for what we<br />
gained. Not only did we learn more about Israel and<br />
experience continuous amazement at her beauty, but also it<br />
was on the tiyulim where we met each other and formed<br />
lasting friendships.<br />
Armed w ith hats and canteens (and of course cameras),<br />
we gathered twice a week in front of Goldsmith for the<br />
“after-Ulpan” tiyullim into Jerusalem and the environs.<br />
Weekend tiyulim dragged us bleary eyed from our post-<br />
Thursday-night-party-sleep often in time to see the<br />
Jerusalem sunrise. Speaking of sunrises, who can forget the<br />
tiyul that kept us up all night in order to climb Masada for<br />
a spectacular dawn?<br />
Each tiyul was unique w ith various guides, Madrichim,<br />
and topics of interest. Yeit they all had one thing in<br />
common: everybody had a fantastic time and nobody<br />
regretted standing in line.<br />
by Sara Joy Marder