The drying up.
The 5:00 AM streetcorner.
The morning traffic.
The passing under a bridge the most difficult way conceivable because it was Anna's bright idea.
The raspberry juice served by complete strangers.
The right direction.
The field where they grow milk containers.
The marshes of despair.
The legs that have just traversed the marshes of despair.
The evening walk.
The haystacks of a new day.
The flower I picked and brought home to Itka.
The laughing Catholic volunteer from Hong Kong named Ting Ting.
The mysterious home by the roadside.
The highway at Bab Al-Wad seen from above.
The yummy grapes.
The ditch I had to walk in.
The cupious amount of trash.
The twighlight in which I found myself again in the ditch.
The only road going into the city that didn't involve walking in a ditch.
The real gate of Jerusalem.
The first image of me in Jerusalem, taken by a little girl named Shoshana.
The arrival of the pilgrim at the temple (the Uganda bar and bookstore) and handing of the offering (Dakka 6 poetry journal).
BTW, while the title advice stands true. It's also advisable to bring a good friend along. I'm deeply indebted to Anna Wexler who sacrificed the wellbeing of her legs for this.
The story of the pilgrimage will appear in full in the Succot holiday edition of Israel Hayom. For more about the duck and its legendary creator Dudu Geva, read here.