First post from Tel Aviv, as I struggle to stay awake and realise there is actually no particular reason for me to stay awake in the first place.
For those who don’t know me, I’ve come here to escape the British winter and to write an alternative city guide to Tel Aviv, they city I more or less grew up in. I’m writing this post in my cousin’s place in the Shapira neighbourhood, which will probably not get much mention in my guide because it’s a bit “special”, even when you take into account the fact that I am to be writing an alternative guide. It also doesn’t have much in the way of anything likely to be of interest to tourists, even alternative ones, apart from a bit of history and its proximity to the central bus station, the tachana merkazit. It is, however, a bit up and coming now the last rundown shithole neighbourhood has peaked as the next big thing and is steadily becoming more gentrified. Who knows? Maybe I’ll uncover some gem.
So here I am on my second night here and after my first full day. The weather’s been lovely, I have a new second-hand bicycle I got off Craig’s list, I returned to my favourite yoga place for a wicked ashtanga class and I am now sharing a sofa with a dog after sharing one with a cat last night.
My cousin’s neighbour on the other side of the wall is a crazy homeless guy called Moshe who likes to yell and swear at God at random times of day and night. He’s been quiet today but he keeps chickens and apparently 00:43 is a good time for his rooster to wake up and start being noisy.
Good night Tel Aviv!