Tel Aviv Allergy
Tel Aviv. It’s pretty much a “love it or hate it” city. I haven’t met too many people who indifferently sit on the fence. The overpriced apartments, flip attitudes or secular leanings turn some off while the nightlife, action and beach turn others on.
Katrina Yellow: The mad bad and crazee life of me posted “Why I’m Allergic to Tel Aviv”. The reasons seem pretty valid.
60km, 1.5 hours of traffic, ten shekels ($2.50) parking, 330 shekels ($80) visa, 3 hours to jostle and push and wait to get said visa, 1 hour to get out of Tel Aviv due to traffic (a distance of about ten km’s), and a 500 shekel ($125) fine for not seeing the smallest sign which suddenly changed a straight going road into a bus and taxi road only. mother##%$%ers!
What a flippen pain. We got caught as the road we were driving on continued straight, yet suddenly magically turned into a taxi and bus lane only. Very annoying. Even more annoying because we were trying to make it to the bank on time, and we had just sat for twenty minutes trying to get out of Tel Aviv, while truck after truck blocked these tiny roads in Neve Tzedek and a police man stood not twenty metres away giving people parking tickets, and not making the illegally stopped trucks move on. I eventually jumped out the car and went to shout at the truck driver (yes I know I am completely Israeli now, not to mention a little touched in the head). They did move on then but I’m sure it was not due to me.
You’d think that would suffice. But there was more action when Katrina had to venture to the Italian embassy for a travel visa. Get the full on here. In her words: 
…we look to the Italians to make nice wine, and the Germans to make cars, because the Italians clearly do not have a word for efficiency, or punctuality, or precision in their language.
Owwwwch!!!!
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2 Comments on Tel Aviv Allergy
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Katherine on
Wed, Aug 15th 2007 6:46 PM
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David All on
Thu, Aug 16th 2007 11:15 PM
apologies to all italians, it was a bad bad day :)
Oh, that’s okay, Katherine. Everyone has bad days and certainly dealing with the Italian Embassy would be trying even on the best days. So don’t worry on behalf of my fellow Pasanos (my Mom’s side of the family) we forgive you.
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