Restaurants, galleries and bars are open all night, music and theater shows go on until the early hours of the morning, and street parties are held at basically every corner. The vibe of the "White Nights" in Tel Aviv is absolutely insane, and reminded me why I love the city so much. It's a city you could never get enough of.
Forever21 dress & necklace // Aldo shoes // Casio watch
A couple days ago, all-nighter events were held in one of my favorite cities. It's an event that happens once a year, and this was my first time attending.
9:38 pm: My train to Tel Aviv arrives, and I meet up with T. She tells me about her latest travels, I tell her about my embarrassing stories of the week, and we discuss our love for beards.
10:30 pm: Last time I was in the city at this hour was back in September. I was running with him to catch my last train back home. Strange how quickly people can become strangers. We get to Sarona center near the Azrieli towers. A lovely duo was preforming covers of pop and rock songs. We considered getting a beer, but the line was too long, and we were too impatient.
11:00 pm: We get to "The Third Ear"- a huge music store on King George St. After going through every CD possible, we head on to the Ozen Bar (translates to The Ear Bar)- a bar inside the music store.
11:40 pm: After getting in and admiring all the fascinating people that filled the space we got the beers, and waited for the bands to start preforming. Note-to-self: don't drink beer on an empty stomach. Bad, bad idea.
12:00 am: The first band- The RPS Surfers- start preforming. The music is great, more and more people were starting to gather around the tiny stage, and the overall vibe is amazing. After they're done, a relatively new band comes on: The Cut Out Club. I could feel the beer starting to take its effect, and I started feeling quiet dizzy. I closed my eyes, and could feel my whole body vibrate along with the music. During the show, we meet typical Tel Avivians, who offer us to go along with them to the Yemenite Quarter (a neighborhood in the center of the city) after the show is over.
3:00 am: We head out of the Ozen Bar to try and find ravioli. No success. All we see down King George St. are pizzerias, more bars and rooftop parties. We decide to go into a cute little restaurant called HaMaoz (המעוז) and order pizza, which will shortly be discovered as one of the greatest pizzas I had in a while. Our friends meet us there by the time we finished eating.
3:20 pm: We walk around the city and stumble on a couple street parties. We walk over to a couple benches by the Carmel Market, and stay there until the sky showed signs of the sun.
5:00 am: We get to my favorite beach- Banana Beach. It was much emptier than I expected. We sit down on a few chairs that were right by the water and gaze at the waves crashing onto the shore. I don't think that anything in this world could relax me more.
6:20 pm: As the sun was coming up, we decided it was our time to head home. We caught a cab to the nearest train station, and ran (as always) so we wouldn't miss it. On our way home, T and I couldn't stop laughing about random things, and discussing our adventures from the past 8 hours.