The bus driver dumps me at the bus stop near Kibbutz Ein Gedi. Once again, I arrive with only vague directions to my host's place, so I proceed as usual and try to find somebody who lets me use their mobile phone. It's already past sunset, and there's not many people out and about, but I find a little supermarket that's still open. I ask the cashier if he knows Ofer, to which he replies: "Yeah, of course, he's my friend! Wait, I'll call him." That hasn't been the first time this has happened; random strangers miraculously always seem to know my hosts. Ofer tells me to meet up with him at the big tree in five minutes. I walk out to the next best big tree I can find, but no Ofer. I walk to
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