Soldiers 
Jews, we concluded, were pretty good looking on the whole. I knew it'd be a culture shock, but I didn't expect it in the department of physical dimensions. The first thing I realised about Israelis was how big the women were. Most aren't taller than I was, but those gazongas! Sometimes they were so big, they bore no sexual meaning, just an irresistible itch to pinch. 

Our first stop at Eilat, which was some kind of hedonistic capital of Israel, it seemed as if Israelis did nothing but slack. It seemed that all the young and beautiful of Israel had converged into the resort-city to flaunt their indispensable snazzy shades and voluptuous bodies. We had to pick our way into the bus terminals carefully because the floor was covered with young Israelis lying on the floor in various positions, in their beachwear, smoking. We especially avoided stepping on their personal rifles. They had an aloofness that bordered on unfriendliness, though. These soldiers on the other hand, were bored out of their wits when the stopped us in our tracks and in their enthusiasm to imitate our 'Japanese' accent and Jacky Chan antics, rather amused us.

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