In Dizengoff Street, I had met some expats who said that I must go to Old Man & The Sea for Arabic food while I was in Tel Aviv. I'll plead stupidity when I admit that I didn't think there were much Arabic people in Tel Aviv let alone Arabic restaurants.
After being unnecessarily detained at TLV, I arrived at my hotel at 1:30AM and toasted my freedom with a shot of high quality Smirnoff.
It's a good thing you don't rely on TPOL for a CSI investigation of every aspect of every flight. I take photos of what I consider to be interesting and try to present a flight review that isn't like every other blog.
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