Murphys you kill me

well it's been a bit of a dull week, house hunting, house work, house hunting, housework god this jetset life can get a little tiresome.....

Still no dates yet for getting back to Cyprus but the sun is still shining in Israel and the party people continue to partay! Friday night we took ourselves for a wee walk before heading to the supermarket for a few groceries, which would have been ok had we not got so plastered we left the groceries in the bar and still haven't figured out how we got home, thankfully the camera was in our possession......

this sums up how we felt the morning after the night before

Yesterday was one of those days, our get up and go obviously got left with the groceries, we had nothing better to do than eat crap and lounge around, what a waste of a day, but it was good at the time.

This week it's Tom Jones in Tel Aviv and keep fit in the kitchen, well its the living room too, it just happens to be one room. Its not easy prancing around when your trying not to annoy the occupants below with your elephant feet, and the little table comes in quite handy when your stepping up, fortunately its quite sturdy....the only reason I was up so early again was the blasted bed, although it feels really comfy when your settling down for the night, I do believe that during my slumber time it gets up, beats me up and then pretends to be comfy again when  I wake, every morning I have to straighten myself up so I no longer look like Quasimodo, and the face takes far longer than the body  

reportedly

Stark Raving Bonkers

So today I decided that I would take myself off for a walk along the shoreline to Tel Aviv, the weather was beautiful and around 28 degrees, there was a little breeze which kept me somewhat cooler as I walked. 

The beach had a few people scattered around sunbathing but the most disturbing thing on the beach were the three naked men, now they weren't all sitting together there was a great deal of sand between each one of them. The first one was face down with his butt checks catching the rays, the second was face up with his knees catching the rays as well as his crinkly bits, and the third one must have thought he was archie, sitting with his left leg splayed and his right leg dropped out to the side, I couldn't bring myself to look too closely at him as I was still dumbfounded from the second gent who's backside I had mistaken for shorts, when in fact it was the saggy creases of his bum cheeks, and all I could think as I continued on my way was 'imagine getting that burnt!'

Thankfully when I arrived at Tel Aviv new port everyone was fully dressed so I stopped off for lunch, which although uninteresting filled a hole.  Lunch finished I decided to walk up Dizengoff and catch the bus back home, I thought it would be wise not to walk all the way back home as it was over 9km to get to the new port alone and my feet were howling, the heat and the trainers were not liking one another, I would have taken them off when I sat for another coffee but I was very doubtful that once released I would ever be able to get my pulsating feet back in my trainers, so I left them on.

My bus driver on route to Herzliya was one of those rowdy types, when he didn't like what a passenger said to him he went off on a tirade of Hebrew Im sure would have shamed his mother, fortunately for me although I understood his demeanour I didn't understand a word he said and kept my nose in my book.

Eventually I arrived home and could rest my weary feet whilst watching the fish jumping out of the water in the marina, they are always jumping around down there, mainly I think because they can obviously read the signs displayed around the railings stating 'no fishing'........

The sweet success of failure

Failure is never a good thing unless you are trying to get into Angola that is, three visa rejections and apparently you are black listed, or blue stamped as they call it, that means we can never get into Angola, Nigeria, Gabon or any other place in West Africa, Happy days.....

Home will now be Cyprus for the Hotel Hobo's, that is when we eventually get back there and scout the area for somewhere suitable, the children have their requests in already 'a pool', check! top of the list but it's really rather dependent on where we decide to reside, myself all I want is something modern, clean, light and easily accessible to the delights of town living, country living is not for me, and the beloved prefers nightlife to no life so town living it will be.

Currently we are in Israel and we are loving it, Israel has to be our favourite place to live in the world after Scotland of course, but believe me the weather, the 24 hour party vibe and the crazy Israelis make it hard for us to want to be anywhere else. The smart cars parked sideways in the street, the supermarket stramash when you get to the tills, the crazy undertaking on the motorways do nothing to detract from this wonderful country we were lucky enough to call home for the last two years.

Of course our belongings are still stuck in the port somewhere, all we need is an address and they will be transported to Cyprus, lets hope that we will see them again before the end of the year, but we won't be holding our breath.