The childcare center, or school. In a Kibbutz, the children don't sleep at their parents' place which the reason is because it is supposed to give the parents rest during the night, which is very important as they have to work very early the next day.
The kids playing with junks and other abandoned parts or machines. Its like their toys. Here, the children dont have fancy toys like what kids in Singapore have. Kindda feel bad for them but they looked so happy playing with the junks using juz their imagination that they cant even be bother with us.
Entrance to the chicken farm |
SO many chickens! |
Next stop: The cow farm
Moo.....the stench was horrid....
New born calf, being kept separated from the rest.
The farm manager guy with the long pigtail. He had many coloured rubber bands on it. So interesting...wonder what is the significance of it? Behind him is the storehouse storing food such as carrots, grains etc for the cows.
The machine that mixes the food from the storehouse and makes them into food for the cow.
The place where the cows are milked.
Last stop: the sandwich factory. Really! There's even a sandwich factory in the kibbutz. The sandwiches are then distributed and sold all over Israel, even into Lebanon.
Hubby and I getting dressed and ready to enter the kitchen of the sandwich factory. It smells really nice inside. We all have to wash our hands and clean and sanitize our shoes before stepping inside. Its a good thing this is the last stop as we are wondering how are we going to Novak's house (my hebrew teacher) after smelling off cow dung, especially since Weizhong accidentally stepped on a big pile of cow manure.
After this, we went to have late lunch before going for our hebrew lessons. Its been a tiring day. I cant wait to go home and take a shower.
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