A street in Jaffa. These five photos are all of Jaffa in Tel Aviv, the historically Arab neighborhood. The old wooden doors on the left remind me of Damascus, where UNESCO has successfully persuaded stall holders to preserve the old feel of the city and restore all these beautiful doors. The setting sun made everything in Jaffa look this rosy pink color.
And yes, I made it into Israel despite the large Syrian visa in my passport. You can read the details of my experience with Israeli immigration over here on Trip Advisor. Sadly, I won't be going to Lebanon now anytime soon unless I get a second passport.
I only made it to Jaffa around 5 pm because I, uh, slept until 1 pm, surfed the net for a while, went to the gym, surfed the net some more, finally showered, and then finally left my hotel room. But hey, to my credit, I only got to the hotel at around 1 a.m. this morning (Saturday), Tel Aviv time. I got to the airport in Chicago at 5:45 pm Chicago time on Thursday. Door-to-door, that's roughly 25 hours of traveling. But by my math, that's roughly 36 hours of "up time" minus four hours of sleep on the plane.)