Dancing Rabbis

Arrived into Tel Aviv yesterday after getting interrogated at the border for two hours. The price you pay for visiting rival countries and then asking Israel to stamp your passport. First thing I saw when I came in, along with the perfect beaches, was a van being ghost-ridden by a bunch of dancing rabbis selling CDs.

Now, I'm staying at Kate's apartment near the beach with her and her roommate. Leandro's also here doing a photography program just outside the city. It's good to see some familiar faces, even though I've enjoyed the people I've met.

Last night we all snuck into a rooftop pool party, then went back to the apartment. Started drinking, then picked up the Bolivian girl and Leandro. Went to a club called Galina. Everything was okay until we got in the bus to come back. Got a massive nosebleed. Tried to eat a schnitzel during said nosebleed. Didn't work out well.

Today, went to the beach. Ate another schnitzel. Bought some non-backpacking clothes. Now going out again.