Tuesday evening there was one hell of a traffic jam into Tel Aviv. Everyone had apparently heard of the big fireworks display on Tel Aviv beach and had decided to come on down. After nearly 2 hours of crawling ever closer to Tel Aviv, I quit and headed for North Tel Aviv, where the in-laws have a rooftop apartment. OK, it wasn't quite the same, but I still got to see some of the display and grab these pics while I know some people were stuck in traffic when it kicked off.
Gotta love Tel Aviv, they really fucked up with the planning, eh? I don't want to think about how emergency vehicles would have got through the traffic in the case of, well, an emergency...