Father Thomas Koller, OCDS, our spiritual guide, with Gadi, another of our non-spiritual local guides. I piled into a taxi with Father Koller because I had some things I wanted to talk with him about. The road to the top of Mount Tabor has many sharp turns. The taxi driver takes curves like I do, and suddenly we were on Mr. Toad's wild ride. With the centrifugal force we were being violently shifted from side to side. Going towards the right, Father Tom was being thrown on top of me, even though he was trying to hold onto the fabric of the ceiling with his fingernails. Going towards the left, I was being thrown on top of him. All the while, we talked, I think about the two Hebrew versions of the Hail Mary, one that he had and one that I had found on the Internet. Afterwards I read on the Internet the following comment on the ride to Mount Tabor.
Quote: The sharply winding road is unsuitable for buses, so a taxi industry has mushroomed in the Arab village at the foot of the bluff.
These taxi drivers might tutor their South African minibus counterparts in the art of frightening passengers, yet delivering them to their destination safely. The experience, all 3km of it, is entirely conducive to prayer, albeit of the anxious type.