Thursday September 24, 2009

I will always have a voracious travel bug, because I will never cease to be amazed that you can fall asleep some place familiar and wake up in a new place. I’ve fallen asleep and woken in amazing places. Last December I traveled to Germany and Israel. And on January 1st, 2009 I woke up in Mugraby Hostel in Tel-Aviv (one of my favorite hostels ever) and experienced one of my favorite days abroad. Hence the title, because today is 267 days after January 1st, 2009.

I shared a coed dorm-style room with a guy named Sam (from California) and two young women. Sandy, from Germany, and a young Russian girls whose name escapes me at the moment. For Sam, it was his first trip abroad and almost every experience was new to him. He’d already gained a good set of interesting travel stories: almost being robbed, someone trying to sell him cocaine, a girl randomly making out with him.

Above: Sam shows Sandy a few magic tricks

Sam is the only high school traveler I’ve met who seemed like an adult and not an American idiot with a passport. He and I hung out quite a bit. And he is the only magician I’ve ever known or met. He had great tricks and was always eager to find the card you’d thought of or make something disappear or reappear. A young David Copperfield without the super model ex-girlfriend.

Above: Sandy showing the albums she’d picked up at a local music store.

Sandy was shy, but not introverted, and gave the immediate impression of someone you wanted to know. She was the first person I met at the hostel, and if I remember correctly, she was a lion tamer from Detroit who’d fled north to Canada and then swam across the Atlantic to take political refuge in Germany from the Salvation Army or she was born and raised in Germany, had some rough spots here and there, and was now trying to finish university while she worked as a stylist.

Above: The Russian girl. Sophie?

She always had some place to go and always extended an invitation.

Now that you’ve got the setup. First, I’m always finding new people to hang out with. And I made good friends with two girls from the states named Claire and Lisa. I spent New Year’s Eve day exploring Tel-Aviv, and then I met up with Claire and Lisa to visit some bars along the beach, during which time a friend and I faked being their boyfriend’s in a completely platonic fashion (both girls have nice, real boyfriends, but wanted a way to fend of advances). Then I met my wonderful friend Mor, rang in the New Year with her, and retired for the night.

The morning of January 1st…

I woke up in the morning to the odd colors of the room. We’d all made it back to our beds from our various New Year’s outings.

After getting ready, I went downstairs and ate breakfast with Sam….

And Sandy.

Breakfast consisted of toast with butter followed by two more rounds of toast with butter, and of course no bacon. Delicious. And for Sandy it also consisted of a few cups of coffee. Perhaps more coffee than toast – Europeans tend to eat many meals that way. It was Sandy’s last day of travel. Not having any plans, She and I decided to wander the local market and explore until she needed to head for the airport.

From here, the day was idyllic. We bought fresh fruit drinks in the market, and watched the vendor cut and juice the pomegranates and oranges, we wandered around the markets, had a few small conversations (but we were almost silent the entire time), and the rest of the time we each took in the sights and sounds and cool breeze on our own.

Above: Near the start of the market, Sandy stopped for a cigarette.

She had cigarettes – a brand I’d never heard of – made from a kibbutz (maybe jsolberg can let me know what brand). The cigarettes were inexpensive, which wasn’t the point. Rather the point was to partake in something local. I’m not a smoker by any means, but I had one as well, and she snapped the following photograph of me.

Above: Me looking at the book Sandy had on Buddhism called “The Way Things Are”

Remember, you shouldn’t smoke. Or smoke and hold a flammable item. Something about smoking while holding a book on Buddhism is comical to me.

Above: Sandy asked these two men if she could photograph them, while I robbed them. Except for the robbery part.

Above: This is one of the photographs of the two men she photographed while I photographed her. A solid impression of Audrey Hepburn.

I should have taken more photographs in the market. For some reason I didn’t take any, which is very unusual for me especially given all of the interesting fruits, colors, textures, and items that you find in a market. But we spent an hour or two wandering through.

The photograph above is of a car mechanics. I’m not sure why I photographed this and not the market. But that is the way things are, and am I fine with it. Although the place was an interesting rag-tag collection of items. It seemed more like an abandoned warehouse and less like a auto shop.

Above: At some point during our morning, I found this. I am an avid fan of Banksy – it is the right theme and style, but something about it seems more like a copy-cat than an original.

Eventually we made our way to the beach. We walked along it for a ways, stopped once or twice to talk, and then we said goodbye. She headed back to the hostel and then to Germany, and I headed to the train station to go meet Solberg (a story for another post).

Above: Sandy photographing the sand. Amazingly she still has some of the delicious fruit drink from much earlier in the market.

Above: More of the beach.

Above: Taken from the same vantage point as the previous image, but with my 10x optical zoom. I took this in case you’d never seen orange chairs up close before. It appeared to be a chair convention.

Above: Another self-portrait snap shot. I must have more of these than anyone on the planet.

That is the other thing I love about travel. You meet wonderful people, enjoy their company immensely, and then each go a separate way. You don’t need to stay in touch with everyone you’ve ever met (although I do exchange contact information with almost everyone I meet, but it is mostly a formality). What more can you ask for than an excellent friendship, even if it is only for a day or two?