Lizrael, princess of the rood.

My commute has become significantly more interesting. Not much longer, thankfully, but definitely more interesting.

It now involves driving through a few kilometers of the West Bank; I can hear some of you cursing me out while some of you are cheering me on. I’ll choose to ignore both reactions for now. I don’t think much about politics as I go through it; the goal is to get to work more than anything else.

Anyway, we pass a Palestinian sherut ‘depot’ on the way to the tunnels. Same concept as Israeli taxis, it’s just the license plates are green and the writing is in Arabic… for the most part.

What was funny today was that one of the sheruts was named… I mean, I come from the States where people name their cars, trucks and boats… Even their houses… But I liked the name of this one in particular:

Palestinian sherut

Yafa The Princess of the Rood

A man should love his mode of transportation, especially if it’s also his livelihood. I’m assuming that yafa means the same in Arabic as it does in Hebrew, which is beautiful (I’m told that yafa is actually not an Arabic word and that the driver probably meant it in Hebrew… which is kind of funnier).

My husband wondered what they’d say if he painted our car yellow and he wandered over with a pack of cigarettes and a box of donuts and started chatting with them.

I replied, it’s probably not time for that yet. It’s also not our car.

Public service announcement: better sherut!

Today I was on the 18, on the way to the bus station in Jerusalem. As the bus pulled up past the Beit Shemesh sherut que, I couldn’t help but daydream of a time, one day, when Jerusalem would have a better sherut system.

Sherut literally means service, but I can’t help but feel like they are not doing their best ’round these parts. In Jerusalem, there are three kinds of sherut-taxis you can take – Tel Aviv, located off Yaffo in town, Beit Shemesh, at the bus station, and Bnei Brak, up Strauss.

Why can’t there be a depot? Like in Tel Aviv, wouldn’t it make more sense if they were all located outside the bus station, so that if you miss your bus, you could catch one there? (Actually, I realize having them spread out makes sense but I do think their ought to be a link to the bus station. It’s central, it’s logical.)

Waiting in line for security after getting off the 18, I kept hearing this voice in the background, shouting in the middle of the street. Finally I realized what it was saying: “Tel Aviv! Moniyot sherut! Tel Aviv!”

An alternative sherut service to Tel Aviv has been started across the street from the bus station by Kaviim bus lines. Now I just need for the Bnei Brak one to come out of hiding on Strauss and I’m set to go.