We continue through the market looking for markers, all right I confess I stop at every stall; I want to buy something for the kids and well, I don’t want a “I <heart> Jerusalem” tee-shirt.
Fifth station located. Now it’s time to know what’s it all about. Apparently someone called Simon carried or helped Jesus to drag his cross – the inevitable chapel is nearby and the inevitable Jew does not enter.
My Latin is not that bad; I haven’t studied it for years but I can still read it – a little bit. I doubt I could translate Cicero now.
Another stop now to drink more mint tea and buy some more water bottles. We need to drink a lot, it’s really too hot.
I don’t know what happened here (possibly some crusaders fought some other crusaders) but there is a church nearby. Roman Catholic, Greek Orthodox, Ethiopian, I’m utterly lost. Bet the others are as lost as I am.
We need now to find the seventh, and we are getting hungry. I want to get some falafel from any of the streets stalls, but my colleagues prefer a restaurant because they think it’s more hygienic or so. Anyway, while we discuss we find the next station:
There is some discussion about if this one is the seventh or the eight, but I have already bought my falafel. And, while I eat my falafel we find the next:
There is an old cross with a hole under it; if there is a church nearby, I can’t see it (I’m too busy eating my falafel).
And, while I very unhygienically lick my fingers and drink the last of my water, we find the ninth. And then the rest of my mates decide to have lunch on a terrace.
Nice account, and I can almost taste that falafel.