Tel Aviv trip report #1 (after the fact)

So I was too damn busy working and drinking in Tel Aviv to do any sort of punctual postings. D'oh!

The daily routine went something like this:

• Wake up somewhere between 8 and 10, depending on the previous night.
• Shower, eat breakfast, and be amazed at the amount of bread the French tourists would get for themselves (the stacks were probably 12" high).
• Catch a cab to the office in Ramat Gan.
• Be scared by some aspect of the cab ride/driver, either due to incidents of driving by braille in close quartered traffic or drivers singing and accosting random people for directions to the place I wanted to go after calling into the dispatch and getting laughed at for asking such a question.
• Training.
• Lunch. Mmmm. Yummy, government subsidized lunch.
• Training and practical exercises until about 8pm.
• Go back to hotel to "freshen up".
• Meet at 2130 to go eat.
• Find bars and consume disturbing amounts of alcohol. Enjoy until 0200-0400.
• Get food/water on the way home.
• Sleep some.
• Repeat routine, saving 2 nights for recovery.

More details to come; I am about to fall asleep in a Sheraton in Woodbridge, NJ as a N'orEaster bears down on the NY/NJ metro area. Flights have been canceled, including mine.

Being here sucks.
Traveling = fine. Home = fine.
Purgatorial limbo known as Newark != fine.