Thursday 31st January,
Woke up today feeling good. It seemed as though the weather was in a good mood also because the sun was shining. I headed out and explored Tel Aviv for the morning. It was a nice city, very modern. I spent an enjoyable hour watching the kite surfers on the beach before strolling into the spider’s web of alleyways and market stalls in the Yemonite quarter. Here I finally bit the bullet and bought a wallet. Marcus would be pleased: He had been banging on about me buying something to arrange the crap in my pockets in. I have to say, I was quite pleased with my shiny new stuff holder.
I then jumped on a bus and headed to the Northern sea-port of Haifa.
I got there early evening. Haifa is a quaint enough town arranged in tiers along and around the slopes of Mount Carmel. The sherut dropped me off in the mid city and I had a fair walk down to the backpacker area of town. I checked into a hostel down by the sea.
I did very little else that evening apart from going out for a beer with a guy I met from New York. I was planning on staying in as, again unbelievably, I was feeling ill. I also met an older Australian guy who’s grandfather had shared my surname – Parle. He was really lovely and interesting soul and we sat chatting for ages in the hostel. The American guy was a cool as well. We ended up both going out for beers. I should have stayed in but.. well these things happen. We found it very hard understanding each other for some reason. Accents can be buggers sometimes. He filled me in regarding Jewish culture. He was planning on converting to Judaism – in fact he wanted to work for Mossad (the Israeli secret service). We had the possibility of a late one in a bar with some locals from Haifa, by this point though. I was most definitely ill. I went home to bed.
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