Hairy, Sweaty Ashtray...

...is how I feel most late nights, early mornings here in Israel. I don't smoke. This post will probably offend some smokers. In Ohio now, there is no smoking in clubs, bars, and restaurants. It is soooooooo nice for us non-smokers, except for the cloud of smoke that you have to walk through in the doorway of a place to get in. In Israel, the smoking has gotten better. Less people are smoking now than ever before, but before when I was in Israel, I never really went to the bars and clubs. This trip, I have already gone to several clubs, all of which smoking is allowed. Although I have heard that the law says that smoking is not allowed, but no one enforces it, so there you go. I want to point out, I have no problem with people smoking in general, as long as they're not directing the smoke at me. I have even dated smokers before.

As you know, I have thick, long, curly hair. This is a sponge for smoke. So when I go out here, I come back to the apartment reeking like smoke. The worst was after going to the club Dizzengoff, which is really popular on Tuesday nights. I came home, scrubbed my face, blew my nose, trying to get as much smoke out as possible. While I was sleeping, whenever I turned my face, I could smell the smoke in my hair and would start gagging in my sleep, waking myself up. In the morning, I couldn't wait to take a shower and even in there, the smoky scent made me so sick. It's really not good for people with curly hair to shampoo their hair everyday. But here, I have to because the smoke just lingers.

I have no doubt that the smoke is why I couldn't breathe that entire second week I was here. My sinuses were inflamed. My sinuses turned against me because I was turning against them by going to these smoky places.

That was my rant. I hope you enjoyed it. Israel is an awesome place to visit/live! Don't let the smoke stop you. But it wouldn't be truly my blog without me complaining about it. Thanks. :)

Thanks to my cousin, Shemi, for posing for the "Smoking Kills" picture.

Club Octopus. You can see how smoky it is just from the photo.