In the morning, we finished moving more stuff and sat around chatting with a soldier that had been working in the same area. He helped explain to us some of why people were surprised at the speed we were completing tasks. Apparently, the base that we are on is where many people are put if they aren't super-motivated. I had been told before the program that they often put Sar-El volunteers on such bases to help boost morale. The idea is that the soldiers see people who haven't been drafted, but want to give up their own time and spend their own money flying to Israel in order to do the work for free, and then the soldiers start thinking about why we're doing this, and then they get motivated to work harder as well. I don't know how much we'll actually help, but we'll see. After lunch, we sat on our air conditioned bus for a while with no work. I think some of the reason was that the folks assigning work didn't expect us to have already finished the work that they had given us and weren't entirely prepared to have to give us more. Also, the Madrichot explained to us that there was an upcoming inspection that was taking some of their time, so they didn't have as much time to find us things to do. The Madrichot themselves seemed a bit unfamiliar with the base, so they also didn't think of useful tasks for us. Eventually, we were put moving more supplies. Some of us were also later assigned to put together supply bags, although in an incredibly inefficient manner. I think that if the army had an efficiency expert come in and explain things to a couple of the soldiers, they could save a ton of money as some projects would take half the time.
I was beginning to notice a pattern in the food they served. Breakfast was always eggs, cottage cheese or white cheese, bread, and "salad" (chopped cucumbers and tomatoes). Dinner was always eggs, spaghetti, potatoes, and "salad." Either meal might or might not be accompanied by shoco (chocolate milk in single-serving plastic bags). Lunch was hummus or tehina, carrots, "salad," potatoes, meat, corn schnitzel, bread, spaghetti, and another vegatable. The food itself, taken as a single meal, was not that bad. However, having the same thing every day made the food seem worse than it was.
The evening activity was a program on the symbol, flag and song of Israel. Surprisingly, Andy (who isn't Jewish) was the one who was most into the song and knew the words better than the rest of us. Also, I was realizing that he had some of the best Hebrew out of the whole group.
After the activity, we learned some Krav Maga from one of the other volunteers who is actually a Krav Maga instructor back at home. He was so nice about teaching it to us all, even when we were being a little silly and joking around. Afterwards, we sat and chilled with some of the soldiers who knew English. They taught us some Hebrew, by which I mean some Hebrew curse words. Two of the girls on patrol duty took the Big Brother of the group and I on patrol with them in their car. We got to see an amazing view of the surrounding towns. The really amusing part was that this was the first time the girl had driven stick. We stalled a bunch of times, and I felt like teasing that it was good she brought us along so that we could push the vehicle. Despite that, the drive really was fabulous as the cool night air felt great.
Everybody moving stuff