OJ anyone?

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.

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