and here I am again. These are probably the last pictures you are going to get for a while as the camera is eloping with a girl from Balata. So I thought the Palestinian scouts deserved a mention. This lot are the Nablus scouts. They can make one hell of a noise. Apparently there is a jamboree of arab scouts in Bethlehem every Christmas and it is traditional for it to end in a pitched battle between rival factions. The Syrian troops are reputedly the feistiest and generally kick things off. So, now you know, don't mess with the scouts.
The pram was hanging out in a traditional spice and herbal medicine workshop. It is fairly improbable and looks like it could actually have been knitted and thus deserves immortalisation in the blogosphere.
The kids are in Balata - we are back there shortly. They have more bounce per ounce than your average kid.
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