So we took the taxi from Haifa to Tel Aviv. Except that it was more like an ordinary car, replete with the driver's girl-friend. Plus the radio blaring at odd intervals.
We reached the Dan Hotel and when we got to the room - eventually - were asked whether we were coming or going.
Then Les went to his meeting in the lobby and I tried to find the two swimming pools - one in and one out!
There were no lockers, apparently, but when I asked why, was given given a key!
At the moment I'm writing this blog on a machine in the lobby and gaining my first impressions of the place. Although there is more English than in Haifa, still many of the personnel appear to be from the former Soviet Union and don't appear to understand Hebrew, let alone English.
And the sea, although lovely, is still not as magical as in Haifa.
And that's also the considered opinion of the guy sitting next to me, originally from Haifa and now a professor at University of East Anglia!