Tel Aviv by Night

I am a traveler: So I needed body/face cream but have decided against it. I mean, it was so hot during my travels in Europe (minus Germany) that I did not really need it. I figured I would dry out in Israel but that I could survive without cream. Here is the deal, I am more than halfway done with Israel and I am getting dry. I have been blowing my nose so that is dry, my hands are dry, my feet, my legs, I am just dry! I am getting ready to leave for London and have no room or weight to get cream so what I have been doing? Nothing for all of my body except my nose. I treat that to a dose of chaptstick each night before bed.



Last night Jackie wanted to go into Tel Aviv so I went with her. We did lots of walking stopping for a fruit drink. It is like a smoothie stand but you pick the fruit you want and it is more like juice then a smoothie. They are all over Tel Aviv and I have heard great things about them, but am too afraid that I will get sick if I drink one so I have avoided it. She got one and said how wonderful it was...I decided before I leave Israel I will get one.



We continued to the beach and wound up on the street that the HaCarmel Shuk is. It was a bit creepy at night with everyone cleaning up and sweeping their trash into the street, but amusing to go through. We continued on and finally got to the beach. Decided to get some dinner, I was eying the falafal until she mentioned shwarma ... of course I began to eye that. We wound up with some pizza type things though. We found a little covered booth by the beach and sat. We split a round dough with green spice and sesame seeds. Neither of us could figure out the spice and without olive oil or somethign to make it moist it was hard to get down. We had a little calzone with feta cheese and tomato sauce and then a little pizza that seemed deep dish with mushrooms and onions. Surprisingly it filled us up. I was craving some veggies but was too full to eat anything else.

While we were sitting and chatting some guy came up to us and heard English and said hello. I ignored him as he was wearing MC Hammer pants, no shoes, was old, and just looked off. Jackie said hello and of course that opened up the conversation. He spoke like he had something mentally wrong with him and he was overly acting to be gay. He told us that he was going for a swim and Jackie did a nice job of closing the conversation for him to leave. After that we got up and walked.

Jackie was in the mood for some hooka on the beach. We went to her favorite hooka bar on the beach and was shocked that they changed their rules. Each person needs to order at least one thing (drink, food, etc) on top of getting a hookah. This along with the fact that they no long had couches turned her off and we left. Plus, with all of the light from the boardwalk you could not get the view of the ocean in the night.

As we headed back we skillfully avoided the crazy man and passed by "a great dairy place." Jackie was talking about this place before we got to Tel Aviv and I was all about trying something but I was still too full from dinner. We decided to call it a night and headed back to the bus station. Of course we got a bit lost (missed the street by two) but her friend called and happened to be in Tel Aviv. He picked us up and drove us home - yay!