My flight from Eilat was quick, fortunately, as it was full of screaming children, and one particularly irksome imp sitting next to me who had mastered the art of irritating elders. Her mother had clearly given up, so she picked on me, elbowing my arm off the arm rest repeatedly, blowing (spitting) into a little straw thing that made a horn noise, and then, when seeing I had nodded off, leaning into my space and shouting, "Hey!"
Because the Jewish holiday Sukkoth never ends, apparently, train service leading out of the airport into tel aviv was shut down. I had no way other than email to communicate with C, who indicated that he would be picking me up by train. So I stumbled around the terminal until I located him standing in the crowd waiting for international passengers to arrive. Sheer luck, otherwise I'd be sleeping on the streets of Tel Aviv.
C had rented a car (he, like me, does not own a car) to pick me up! What a guy! We blew the night eating at a very popular breakfast only restaurant (where I had something called egg balls) before returning home for another marathon t.v. session. I didn't mind doing nothing because my ass was weary.
Also wasted the entire today at home, enjoying news of Gaddafi's demise, before venturing out for coffee and sandwiches at one of the delightful and innumerable Tel Aviv cafes.
Tomorrow I will make C take me to bohemian Tel Aviv for my last day.
2 tidbits I forgot to mention in previous postings:
I nearly caused an international incident at the Eilat airport when I stood up and walked about 15 feet from my bags to see if the El Al counter had opened. I glanced back at the bags as two young men, who I had assumed were traveling goofs but who were in fact police, pointed at them and approached with the clear intent of removing them for fear they were bombs. I yelped, apologized, and took control of the bags, avoiding their glares.
Secondly, I forgot to mention that as I left Jordan, the passport boy asked where I was from in the US. I answered California, and he responded, "I like WWF, especially Randy Orton." What is it with Jordan and the WWF? First Osama, and now this guy.
Because the Jewish holiday Sukkoth never ends, apparently, train service leading out of the airport into tel aviv was shut down. I had no way other than email to communicate with C, who indicated that he would be picking me up by train. So I stumbled around the terminal until I located him standing in the crowd waiting for international passengers to arrive. Sheer luck, otherwise I'd be sleeping on the streets of Tel Aviv.
C had rented a car (he, like me, does not own a car) to pick me up! What a guy! We blew the night eating at a very popular breakfast only restaurant (where I had something called egg balls) before returning home for another marathon t.v. session. I didn't mind doing nothing because my ass was weary.
Also wasted the entire today at home, enjoying news of Gaddafi's demise, before venturing out for coffee and sandwiches at one of the delightful and innumerable Tel Aviv cafes.
Tomorrow I will make C take me to bohemian Tel Aviv for my last day.
2 tidbits I forgot to mention in previous postings:
I nearly caused an international incident at the Eilat airport when I stood up and walked about 15 feet from my bags to see if the El Al counter had opened. I glanced back at the bags as two young men, who I had assumed were traveling goofs but who were in fact police, pointed at them and approached with the clear intent of removing them for fear they were bombs. I yelped, apologized, and took control of the bags, avoiding their glares.
Secondly, I forgot to mention that as I left Jordan, the passport boy asked where I was from in the US. I answered California, and he responded, "I like WWF, especially Randy Orton." What is it with Jordan and the WWF? First Osama, and now this guy.
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