Friday, 18 April 2008

Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, Israel.

Monday 28th January

I decided to head off to Tel Aviv today. Mainly because it was still so fecking cold. I headed down to St David’s Tower first off, by Jaffa gate. It was a pretty impressive fortification that had been converted into a museum-cum-castle for education. It had some great exhibitions and was a really interesting place to hang out. Apart from it was very, very, cold. The view from the top – which was high - showed all the relevant panoramic views of the city. By this point though, my ears had frozen and by nose was streaming. I headed back and grabbed my rucksack and jumped on a sheroot – a Jewish shared taxi. to Tel Aviv.

Tel Aviv was thriving and bustling, and raining. I found a hostel recommended by the LP and checked in. It was miserable and minging. Everywhere I looked I could see the guy from goodness-gracious-me pointing at every thing and saying ’see this, this is Indian’ and nodding sagely. I was nodding too, in complete agreement. I wanted to be in India. But not just yet.

I had an early night.

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