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.
Fuck!
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!
