The long road south was a scene from a movie, disappearing in the distant horizon. It was easy to lose track of how fast they were travelling and only just spotted a police car some distance in front of them in time to slow down as they passed it. They thought they'd got away with it, but found the police pull out, follow them and flash them down. Luckily, they could pull the 'tourist' excuse and only got away with a warning after being clocked by their radar doing over 120 km/h.

They reached Eilat just before midday, booked themselves into a hostel and spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing on and around the beach.
December 30th. So warm - the temperature hovering around the 24�C mark. 'How nice it is to be here,' he thought, 'no problems at all.' He really needed this break from the kibbutz. It had been a long time since he'd done anything like this and was pleased to see his friend enjoying himself too.

They found a place to park the car - just by one of the main shopping malls, then went to search for a place to eat. He'd grown tired of the pizzas they'd been eating since leaving the kibbutz, so they agreed on burgers instead. Not a healthy diet, he knew, but this was a holiday.
Burger Ranch was empty except for a couple of Israeli families so it didn't take long for them to be served. He wolfed down the double cheeseburger and chips, making a sloppy mess on his tray. The coffee was good which, he thought, was strange for a fast food joint.

They had no plans for the evening but saw a cinema as they left the burger place and decided to check out what was currently showing. He was delighted to see that Pulp Fiction, a movie they'd both wanted to watch, was playing. They'd have to wait another hour though as it wasn't due to start until 10pm. They killed the hour drinking. A supermarket across the street was open so they went in search of liquid sustenance. A cheap bottle of vodka and two litres of Coke were paid for and almost half drained before they returned to the cinema. They put the drink in the boot of the car, saving the rest for afterwards.
He'd heard a lot about the movie. People he knew had raved about it and he wasn't let down as he found it highly enjoyable, and put it down on his favourite films list. The Hebrew subtitles didn't or couldn't do justice to the witty slang of the dialogue - a slight distraction for him as he'd found himself reading them almost out of habit.

After the movie they returned to the beach front, found a place to sit a couple of metres up from the water's edge and continued with their drinking session. They talked about everything and nothing, sometimes just staring at the glittering lights which were dotted along the distant shore which was Jordan. The hotels in Aqaba standing out like beacons as they towered above the beach.
About 3am they headed back to the hostel where they spent another hour in the yard drinking ice-cold ciders.