Cliff Diving

I've always had this romantic notion in my head probably since watching Twilight, that cliff diving should be fluffy and gentle and into the arms of the man of your dreams whether is be Team Jacob or Team Edward, this would be decided entirely on your mood of course, but the cliff diving I was subjected to left me in a state of terror and levitating above the bed at least a foot on three separate occasions, I don't think I have ever experienced anything so terrorising as being woken from my sleep with a jolt to my body something akin to sticking your tongue on the electric element of your mothers old 2 bar. It also wasn't helped that when I eventually came down from my elevated state My Beloved was going up, trust me you fall that far down a cliff no one is gonna sleep.

Anyway over the weekend we had a trip to Tel Aviv for A Purim Street party, we rode in on the bus and started our day on Arlozorov, following the mass of people most of whom were dressed in fancy dress costumes, there were ladies in stilts that some would call heels, with short dresses and mickey mouse ears, Spongebob was on the walk along with the Pharaoh and his Queen, men in bras and girls in animal hats, the costumes were wonderful to see and the street was awash with colour from adults to children to dogs with wings on, there were Dj's all along the road and a huge stage in the square, the music was pumping and the people ON the bus stops were dancing, anything that was elevated was covered with people sitting and drinking and standing and dancing. We strolled through the street until we happened across Indira a little Indian restaurant we had never seen before, we had to stop and take a look at the menu, bad move we were hooked, we had a lovely meal and will certainly be returning very, very soon, it was crazy sitting in the restaurant watching, Moses and the Wizards, and the scared Lion walking passed, followed by the Smurfs and the Vikings and the Romans, if the UK did weather like Carlsberg does beer Halloween would be one hell of a party, the best thing I liked was the fact that the Israelis are not shy and getting on the bus in their costumes it is all part of the celebrations, in the UK we tend to hide in taxi's or cars prior to our celebrations, we need to embrace the costumes like the Israelis.

We wandered around the streets, looking for watering holes stopping when we found one we liked, the first being Hillel where we saw this cheeky little lady, she almost turned my Chardonnay rancid, we headed north from here and found another we place called Bugsy before we were off on our travels again, I quite like this bar hopping around Tel Aviv, I would have to say it has to come first in my favourite cities in the world, followed by London, then Barcelona then New York, It also has to be the safest city as a female I have ever been in, anytime day or night.

Our last stop before we headed home was Mike's Place on the sea front, we were in need of Mike's chips, and a chardonnay of course and Mike does make the best chips, in Tel Aviv, Herzliya and Eilat he has bars in all these place, and each one has the most amazing chips that we have found on our travels, and the other thing is Mike doesn't skim on his baskets of chips either, love love love em, if your gonna eat crap when your drinking it might as well be good crap.

I have spent the last two days in my bed, struggling with my rib which continues to be a pain, but feeling like you have been run over, once from the front and then once from the back tends to get a bit wearing after a while so I have taken to my bed and will be seeking medical advice very soon, well as soon as My Beloved's hebrew speaking receptionist gets back to work and can make us an appointment that is, I may have to take her with me for interpretation purposes, because trying to explain being run over without being run over could be a little trying..........