So my train pulled out of the sleepy Beer Sheva station and traveled northward through the flat, brown, dusty Negev.
It stopped at Kiryat Gat, Ramle, Lod, and a few other stations.
In just one hour and ten minutes we were transported into a totally different world--the metropolis of modern Tel Aviv.
More traffic lanes than I could count on the busy Ayalon freeway!
The railroad tracks are in the middle, and next to them runs the channel built to contain the Ayalon river when it starts flowing during winter rains.
Some parts of the highway still flood after very heavy downpours.
From the train station I could see (for the first time) the 2009 Azrieli Towers fountain.
A local joke is that the sculpted musicians atop the fountain are the quietest band of all on this very noisy, busy street.
Tomorrow I'll show you the nearby brand new environmental sculpture which some hate and some love.
(Linking to Our World Tuesday.)