“You know it’s good when freakin' missiles landing in the lineup doesn’t make you paddle in!”
Just five days after shrapnel from an Iranian missile landed in the newish Tel Aviv wavepool, surfers in that gorgeous little city on the Med, bangin’ bars that only turn on after one am, hot gals with pistols strapped to their army-hardened thighs, have been bombed in the lineup, two missiles exploding next to the usual pack.
Filmed and reported by the IG account @wavehub_surf, the windswept Tel Aviv lineup is lit up by the two Iranian missiles, although surfers appear to be anything but concerned by the brush with deadly explosives, a legacy, clearly, of the Jew’s proximity to death at every turn.
This morning, during another good day of waves in the Med, two Iranian missiles struck the Tel-Aviv line up just a few meters away from the surfers. Thank god no one was killed!
Responses were remarkably sanguine and typical of the brave Israeli.
You know it’s good and the locals are wave starved when a mutha freakin’ missile landing in the lineup doesn’t make you paddle in!
Waves we’re looking like some bombs out there.
Could it be possible to time the missiles on a flat day and surf the blast wave? Sort of like glacier surfing?
Tel Aviv, of course, is everyone’s favourite flavour, and as correctly described by the World Surf League.
What a jewel in the desert Tel Aviv is.
Palm trees line the six-lane highways. The city is marked in the modernist style of architecture, public buildings and apartment blocks designed by Jews, who’d studied at the famous Bauhaus school of architecture, fleeing Nazi Germany. White sand beaches stretch almost all the way to the border of Lebanon. Drive an hour inland and you hit Jerusalem and its ring of holy sights.
And all this under that sublime Med climate of hot summers and mild winters.
Glorious, for the most.