After 17 plus hours of flying, holding, lay overing, line waiting, I arrived in Tel Aviv and found our trusty cab driver (can't remember his name now...Arab, lives in Jerusalem, 5 kids, has Israeli and Palestinian driver license) holding the PCRF sign at 4pm Thurs. I'm then informed that Kevin has missed his connection in Frankfurt and won't be in until 3am. Ouch. Doesn't make my journey sound so bad after all.
I am staying at the City Inn in Ramallah. Kevin and I will go to Gaza City Sunday. The border crossings are closed until then for the Jewish Sabbat....5pm on Fridays until 5ish on Saturdays. Transportation can be tricky because of the different religions holy days (Muslim's, Friday), and the driver's ability to go through check points due to their residency and what license they hold.
So the good news is, we get a free day in Ramallah where there is a great bakery that has buttery, bite sized, chocolate croissants for a shekel, 25 cents, and I know where the spice market, and Turkish bath is.
Foggy, need more sleep.
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