Boardwalk Philosophy and Bacardi Colas
After waking up to more rain and clouds, I met up with Relly and her friend Noa, a couple of girls from Tel Aviv, and took a drive down to the Tel Aviv Seaport. The area is undergoing a transformation from industrial shipping port to trendy boardwalk. Some of the warehouses have been converted into restaurants and clubs, and fancy restaurants with patio seating and an ocean view line the boardwalk.
We waited in line for one of the warehouse restaurants for ages. My enormous cheeseburger tasted more like ground lamb than ground beef. It must have been quite fatty, because I barely ate half of it. After dinner, big gray clouds covered up what was supposed to be a dramatic sunset over the Mediterranean.
While walking up and down the boardwalk with my camera and tripod, something occurred to me. The nagging urge to get the best possible photos everywhere I go can get stressful and exhausting. I think it’s important to disconnect from the camera every once in a while. If you don’t, you might start resenting photography, and that would be horrible. So I took it easy with the camera today, and I think it was good for me.
Last night, instead of joining Eli again for a night of debauchery, I set off on my own. Ended up at a bar called Backy on Ibn Gvirol. Met a girl named Elinor and drank all night. Good times.
These late Tel Aviv nights make it hard to do anything productive the next day. I have no idea how the locals do it. Nonetheless, I woke up this morning with sunlight streaming in through the windows. That was all the motivation I needed. On my last day in Tel Aviv, I am determined to see the city and take a shitload of photos.
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