This is Israel's back country.
"It's as hot as Vulcan's dick!" exclaimed my traveling companion earlier today, quite appropriately.
The town seems to be devoid of nightlife as well as less enterprising forms of diversion. The center of town seems almost entirely deserted, even on a Saturday night. The mall, one of the few comfortably air-conditioned places to sit, is similarly empty.
|Elijah and the Miwi|
Elijah found a cluster of bars huddled around an unpaved parking lot, set among a stand of pines. Compared to Tel Aviv, these watering holes in the city of seven wells had a bucolic nonchalance. One bartender poured us a free shot of mouth-burning rotgut whiskey apiece on hearing Elijah had made aliyah just this week.
|MiWi game system|