Arbel Suites Hotel
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... in this part of Tel Aviv.
We walked to Ha Tachana, Tel Aviv's old railway station, now converted to a shopping/cafe precinct. Whilst Chris and Ronnen sat down for a beer, I went for a stroll through the shops. Later, on our way to the old town of Jaffa, we tried to pick up the city's rental bicycles but unfortunately, the service was out of order today. We had to rely on our feet.
In Jaffa old town, ...
... closed down & then was turned into a club. Later on someone bombed the club killing over 20 teens. Outside the memorial reads "we will keep dancing" Drove up to Haifa, honestly dead at this point. Had some lunch with Ilsa and then drove to the hotel which was on the sea of Galilee. Really pretty had some dinner and passed ...
As we disembarked, I started to "prepare" Anna for the security. When visiting from Jordan before, I'd always had a diplomatic pouch, and I remember having to literally swat away the hands of border guards who would check the seal on the pouch and seek to search my bags, though they weren't allowed. When I visited in 1988, during college, I remember the onslaught of questions, as well as a ...
I am writing this in Tel Aviv thinking about the whole situation and what I learned in Israel and Palestine. One of the strongest views I hold now is that Muslim world should forget the Palestinian issue as a forefront issue and focus on other, more pressing issues. People in Palestine are not completely free that is for sure, but they are well-fed, secure, and live relatively comfortable lives, which is not the case in a large portion of the Muslim ...
... to the Wall, separating the men’s and the women’s areas. A small group of men stood around an opened torah scroll, supported by an old wooden frame. Suddenly I realized that this was a Bar Mitzvah. But no chuppah, no shofar, no for-hire drummers swathed in white. Just a very quiet Bar Mitzvah boy, wearing a T-shirt under his tallis, blue jeans with a small hole over the left knee, and old Nikes. He began reading from the ...