This little contraption has come a long way.
Spotted in a Jerusalem bazaar.
Haggled. Disappointed to find price too high.
Return back to hostel two hours later to find: my lovely friends had bought it for me.
Then began the process of taking it back home.
From Jerusalem, this heavy-duty-iron-juicer was carried overland to Eilat, where Israel borders Egypt. It was then taken across the Sinai, and into Egypt proper.
From Cairo, on a plane. Wrapped in airport plastic.
And finally to Singapore.
S’bout time I use the damn thing.
I’ll be serving fresh orange juice at my next commune. Word.