There were many people who he found to be good company, but one girl especially he got along with very well. There wasn't anything going on between them, they just enjoyed each others company, like a brother/sister relationship. Anyway, she was together with one of the kibbutzniks. He'd known her for two months and was lost for words the day she told him that she was going to leave and do a bit of travelling. He knew he was going to miss her.
And miss her he did, but they kept in contact by writing letters for quite some time until she left her home in Jersey to go work in the States, and disappeared into obscurity.

During the summer he took a week off and went south to the Sinai with a good friend he'd made from the volunteers. It was hot. Temperatures were hovering around 40 degrees, and he could really feel the sun burning his skin. They stayed in a small village called Dahab on the shores of the Red Sea. It was a place where many travellers stopped off at to take a break and relax. He enjoyed himself there. Snorkelling and lying under the sun during the day, strolling along the beach and hanging around in the bars in the evening. One particular night they spent watching England versus Germany in the 1990 World Cup on a TV that had been put onto a table on the beach for all to see. It was a well needed rest.

On returning to the kibbutz he found that even for the one short week he'd been away he'd actually missed the place. He hadn't expected that.

Five months after arriving there, he'd settled in very well. Pleased with himself after the previous let-downs, he knew he'd proved something to himself.