Some time on Tuesday were the games, which I sat through and stared at, not sure what any of them were meant to entail due to the fact that I was the only person out of about 300 convention goes who didn't understand a word of Hebrew. I reluctantly had a go at the 5 ball endurance but dropped after 20 catches and sat down again. I was pretty tired.

Soon the officail end of the convention was approaching and lots of people were saying goodbye to each other. I said goodbye to all the people I'd met, even then I was struggling to remember any of their names, but I had lots and lots of offers to stay at people's houses for the rest of my stay in Isreal. I was going to be there 8 days and was only on day 4.

In the end I decided to travel a few days with Gil, a juggler who could speak very good english and had his own flat in Tel Aviv, which was where I wanted to end up. First stop was a trip to a juggling families home to stay the night.

After a trip across the north of the country with Gil's friend Adi, we arrived at the house and I knew I had made a mistake. It was one of the families at the convention with about a dozen kids, all of them loud and energetic, just what I didn't need in my tired, fragile state. As good fortune had it, they were all taken away to a relative's house almost as soon as I arrived and I didn't see them again. This left me with a quiet, warm house with a space on the floor to lay down for a minute or so rest.

Which quickly turned into a few hours of sleep. Then I woke and was fed. Then I slept a bit more. Finally I was woken up and showed to a bedroom where I could get a good night sleep.

Wednesday.