My flatmate and I flew into Tel Aviv to test the legendary night life and holiday-destination beaches. On a scale of 1 to Israel, Tel Aviv was about a 6. Has a great scene, for sure, and the people seemed both 90% laid back while 100% intense. Not friendly at first - you have to take the first step and break through initial barriers - but once you get through that they're pretty talkative, and eager to share their opinion about most anything. Definitely enjoyed the beaches, especially the slight element of danger added by the copious amount of jellyfish swimming in the shallows. You'll invariably walk out with a few stings, but they're not so much painful as just itchy. There's a 500-yard stretch between Tel Aviv and Jaffa, which we termed the "beach tennis" zone. So many people playing beach tennis that, when you stop walking and listen for a minute, all you hear is the cacophony of the rubber ball being batted about. We got a kick out of that. We were actually rather underwhelmed by the night life. Yeah, it's great that everyone parties in this one part of town, so you feel like you're out with *everyone*, but we couldn't manage to find anything particularly unique. In fact, our favorite part of Rothschild Boulevard and Herzl Street was this bit where all these bats hang out. Yeah, bats in the city. Entertaining to see the revelers duck run as the bats swooped between the trees.
One night we found some stairs that led to a public rooftop, and we got up there and felt like we'd stepped into a scene from Aladin. The city stretched out before us, the Dome of the Rock sticking out from the other layers of rooftops, and it seems like you could jump about from rooftop to rooftop from one end of the city to the other. And then you look up at the sky, and there's like 30 kites speckled across the blue, only they're sooooo high that at first glance you'd think they were birds. The kids tie together like five ordinary kite strings, and get them flying way the heck up there - looked like so much fun!
We also did most the normal touristy things in Jerusalem, including the Dome of the Rock, which proved to be less-than-straightforward to actually pull off. It's really beautiful though - the non-dome part of the building is covered with this blue and turquoise mosaic which is just stunning. I thought it completely changed the character of the dome, making it less a bronze Muslim fortress and more a pleasant piece of art.
Going out in Jerusalem is a riot too. They have an abundance of shisa + cheap drinks + free popcorn + free shots bars (admittedly, targeted mainly at tourists), at which we often sometimes joined in with another group. Birthright. Those kids are a laugh. As we were looking for a place to hang on the first night, a girl sitting at the bar (whom we referred to thereafter as "Party Girl") yelled at us from across the street "Are you English!?!" Joe turned on his charm, and we made friends in no time. The best night out, though, was when we met a girl named Ya El. Ya El introduced herself to us because she overheard us speaking english, and she recognised Joe's accent. Turns out she did a year abroad in the UK, which was a great talking point in and of itself, but the super interesting thing about Ya El is that she used to be Hasidic, which is one of the pretty conservative flavors of Judaism. Guys wear the big black hats, girls keep all their joints covered up, etc. But she rejected it, had a massive falling out with her parents, went to the store to buy her first ever pair of jeans at age 21, started drinking and listening to rock music, etc etc etc. We obviously questioned her about why/how/omg-how-hardcore-are-you, and got her fb by the end. She's actually coming to London in a few months, so we get to meet up again!
Coolest tourist site in Jerusalem is Hezekiah's tunnel. Hezekiah was one of Israel's good kings in that period where they were cycling through bad kings every year, and one thing he did was built an underground waterway to supply water to the city in case they were under siege. Nowadays you can actually walk the whole thing, so it's 45 mins of pitch dark with water up to your shins / knees in a 4-ft wide tunnel. If you turn off your light you can't see a thing. Reaaaally cool. Only thing that could be improved upon - and I wrote this the survey I filled out at the end - would be to add a sense of urgency to your trek. I suggested 1) releasing poisonous snakes into the water every hour or so; 2) slowly raising the water level until it gets up to your head; 3) simulated earthquakes.
Other stuff we did in Jerusalem
** Wailing Wall (aka Western Wall of the Temple)
** Mount of Olives (great sunset)
** Church of the Holy Sepulchre ("fine, fine, we can go see YOUR Sepulchre, Joe" Alleged site of Jesus's crucifiction...yeah right)
** Mount of Olives (great sunset)
** Church of the Holy Sepulchre ("fine, fine, we can go see YOUR Sepulchre, Joe" Alleged site of Jesus's crucifiction...yeah right)
** Yad Veshem (Holocaust museum, a must-do)
** Church of Holy Nativity (outside of the Jew zone, meaning just Palestinians there. Sweeping generalization warning. They're nicer than Israelis, in our experience)
** Church of Holy Nativity (outside of the Jew zone, meaning just Palestinians there. Sweeping generalization warning. They're nicer than Israelis, in our experience)
We also did a day trip to the Dead Sea. Of course we've all seen the photos of the guys laying in the sea on their back and reading a newspaper, but the real-life sensation is remarkable. As you first wade into the water, first thing you notice is that the "shore" is purely crystallized salt (ouch), and the water feels oily (yuck, at first). When you get up to your waste, you soon feel that your legs want to float up, and by the time you're up past your waist, all you body wants to do is flip on its back. You'd have to fight to resist that position, in fact, so eventually you let go and, plop, you flip over and sit/lay in the water, resting with two inches of your body above water. Weird!
Spent a day down in Elat, which is on the Red Sea, so that we could make it into Jordan. Did get to swim in the Red Sea - clearest waters i've ever seen. I have a mild phoebia of deep water - always imagine a giant monster emerging from the abyss - but managed to forget about it after seeing all the fish.
Last part of the trip was going to Jordan to see Petra (one of the "new" seven wonders, apparently, and site of the famous scene from Indiana Jones Last Crusade). Stunning, to be sure. You're walking through a narrow red canyon, and all of the sudden you come to a clearing with these Greek-style columns carved into the rock...you're like, how did this get here!?
Even better than Petra, however, was spending the night in the Wadi Rum desert. Our tour company set us up with this local dude (so it was just me and Joe plus this other guy ) who's clan/family has lived in the desert since chimps turned into man. I'd say it was the most surreal chapter of the trip. Firstly, the desert itself is stunning. Bright red sand as far as the eye can see, with ginormous mountain formations bursting from the earth - but not all together, just one mountain here, one mountain there. And when you get closer, you notice that they're sort of terraced mountains, which of course is a clear invitation for strapping young lads, like ourselves, to have a climb. We were much obliged to do so.
When it got to be night time, our host, who had only a moderate grasp of the english language, explained to us how he really likes beer, even though he's Muslim (they're not supposed to drink). We agreed with his sentiment. He said he'd already had ten beers earlier that evening. We were impressed. He brought out some beers from his tent. We helped him finish said beers. When it was pitch dark, we laid out in the sand and enjoyed the most silence i think i've heard in years. More silent than I can ever remember, in fact, because there was zero wind and zero insect-noise. Was really powerful and soothing. Then, hilariously, our host pulls out his cell phone and proceeds to call, no joke, about 30 of his friends. For each call, he turns on speaker phone, haha, and for almost every single call there's no answer. Was so surreal, being in such an untouched-by-civilization place, then juxtaposed with his blaring cellphone.
To make the night even more surreal, he says "I don't want to sleep tonight. I want to look for the fox." Look for the fox - no there's no tricks in the phrase, it's exactly as it sounds. So we hop in his truck and drive around the desert for 90 mins, flashing our brights on and off trying to find desert foxes. We asked why the foxes come out in the desert, and he says they're hunting chickens. We hadn't seen any chickens, so we asked where they are. He says there are no chickens in the desert......hmm. We ask how often he actually stays the night in the desert (there's a village at the edge of the desert). Only two or three nights a week, he replies, but he comes out to "look for the fox" every night. It's he and his friends' favorite hobby!
There are of course more stories, more details, more illegal activities and more adventures to tell of, but we'll save that for a face-to-face chat.
