Within minutes of reaching our room, a siren sounded. This didn’t sound like the typical fire drill back home or the smoke detector. It was fierce, loud and scary. My roommates and I open the door to see what was going on (probably not the best thing but we didn’t know any different). We even walked outside. There was no one. We were like were we the only ones who heard that. My flight or fight mode were flicked on in a heartbeat and I wanted to know what was going on. Was a bomb going to hit. Was this what it feels like. I was panicking (I mean what else was I supposed to do). Within a few minutes we found some of the guys and this man who worked for the Kibbutz. Unfortunately he only spoke hebrew, but we found one of the guys in our group who knew enough to help us get by. Turns out it was just a smoke detector, someone was smoking in their room. It was SCARY!
Haha, I guess its something to laugh about now…
We went to the rec styled room and played pool. We even met an Israeli soldier who was a mechanical engineer. That was fun. Then back to our apartment, showered, talked and then went to bed.
In the morning we quickly ate breakfast, talked with our bus driver who was very nice. Then we headed on our way to the busy and long last day of the organized trip.