Walking in the proverbial shoes of Arabs, Jews and misfits the world over, the author immerses himself in the “Holy Land” like no other walker/writer before him. Sailing to Israel with his wife, perennial innocents abroad, and broke, they become volunteers on various communes and kibbutzim in the Occupied Territories. “Kibbutz hopping” from the snows of Mt. Hermon on the Syrian border, to the troubled waters of Aqaba, they encounter every strata of scenery and society, discovering a certain unexpected and controversial reality as they go. Soon they evolve from being gung-ho volunteers to cautious travelers after the author’s near “hunting” accident while hiking in the Judean hills when he was shot at by a soldier. In the end, his passion for justice, what is natural and true, renders this book a spiritual journey. His underlying search for God and soul, finding his brother in the other, is a tour de force you can’t book with your travel agent.