INQUIRER takes delight in Schadenfreude

TRIPS TO IDF are turned from a hellish work day to a happy time by the little things, usually involving the pain of others. We at The INQUIRER would never stoop as low as to laugh at others misfortune and not at our own as well, so here are a few pictures of our pain.

First up is the area outside my hotel. It was populated by a neighborhood filled with leather bars such as the charming, old San Francisco themed club 'Raw Hide'. I assume the bars on the window were for our protection.

The hotel itself was charming, But at least it would not cause birth defects. Oh wait, never mind.

Surviving to the first day is no easy job, but I made it to the press room with no major problems, then on to the keynote, laptop intact. Others were not nearly as lucky, how much are laptops again?

Last but not least, just because you are a high ranking Intel PR person, doesn't mean you can't be roped into microphone duty. The nameless PR honcho shown here is either assisting a fellow hack in asking a question or spoon feeding someone on Haldol applesauce. Excuse the blurring, the camera I used really stinks. [Looks like George Alfs to me, Ed.]