I's raeli F*cked it up this time!

After breaking the rules and getting on the short flight, things went from bad to worse as my left ear started playing up. In this one moment of deaf weakness I let my guard down and managed to get the one blodge of ink that I can't have in my passport. It all went very fast and before I knew it I saw the fateful Israeli stamp punching against my clean page right next to my Sudanese visa. This messes up months of planning as I will need to get a new passport and visa if I want to enter Sudan, but I just have to take it for what it is and laugh at how ridiculous the rules and regulations of the world are. Tel Aviv turned out to be a great city after a short interogation and a few hours sleep at the airport we got to our hostel in the trendy Florentine area. We ended up staying longer than we had planned as we got comfortable not doing alot really. We walked around the different markets, went for a jog and swim at the beach, saw the old town and port of Jaffa, watched the Tel Aviv football-derby where Hapoel beat Maccabi and just enjoyed ourselves in general with the hostel crowd. However it was a surprisingly expensive city with pretty much the same prices as Stockholm, and we decided we had to move on, catching a bus north to Nazareth.