Illegal alien – Day 2 


Off to Israel. 

I’m on the plane and I miss Istanbul already. I have never had such fun in my life as the past three days! 

Arrive in Tel Aviv. Israel boarder control is insane. I have never been asked so many questions in my life. They completely and utterly treat you like a terrorist as you enter that airport haha. 

Hop the train Into the centre of town, walk around searching for a cab and I am drowning Under my luggage! Backpack on my back, sleeping bag under my left arm as it fell off my bag and my carry on luggage on my right arm. I am a pack donkey. 

Hola a cab! The traffic is madness. ‘Come on! It’s Tel Aviv, it’s alive’ exclaims the taxi driver. His name is Arie and I have never met a man so passionate about his city. 


I can’t pay. 

I can’t find my purse and I can’t find my passport. This is typical me. Thank god, Arie lets me pay with Uber. Thank god for Uber. 

Arrive at my hostel. The good souls take me in, I can spend the night for free and they invite me on the pub crawl!

Hello Tel Aviv, I have no identification. Who am I? I’m an immigrant and I’m getting drunk with a bunch of expats and chatting up a storm with a cute Canadian boy! 

Skype with Andrew, I miss him! 

Let’s go bar hopping! 

Author: gettingmyheartbrokengenerally

If you asked what I do in my spare time I'd answer... Getting my heart broken generally. Running a business, navigating into my 30's with incredible family and friends. Where I am now, 4 years after divorce, travel and relationships.

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