If there’s one thing I missed about this trip, it was walking aimlessly in the midst of the night around the tiny graffiti-filled streets of Tel Aviv. This overtly gentrified city has so much than just the excessive beards, underground nightlife, and well, more unnecessary beards. I guess it safe to say that is more like the Berlin of Israel except everything is in Hebrew.
The abundance of liberal art and graffiti is turning every corner of this street a huge canvas for local Artist and incidental galleries of self-expression.
We stayed at Abraham hostel that is more like a backpacker’s factory or shall I say a luggage keep as mostly head out and not come back until the sun’s out the morning after. No one seems to sleep.. ever!
The highlight was the midnight stroll along Jaffa where we bumped into an eirie-dreadlocked-guy as he head towards the same direction who turned out to be not-one-of-bad-guys as we initially thought. Apparently he’s a musician by night and lead us to Jaffa Hilltop where we had a glimpse of the long stretch of the beach that simply coexist within the city.
In addition to the vivid memories of last night’s “occasional” alcohol intake was the fact that we almost got lost (actually we did) *sigh* .
Ohh Tel Aviv, I couldn’t find the right words that best describes you. That quick stint left me in awe and wonder like a boy from grade school. You’re like a delirium no shrenk can seemed to decipher or more like a lover who only drops a few subtle brags to impress me. Mysterious and exhilarating.
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