Not what I expected. Well, after my Israeli border debacle anyway. I was stuck on the border for five hours trying to get in. I was the last guy let into Israel that day on the King Hussein Bridge crossing. Even the Palistinians got in ahead of me. I don't know what the problem was, I'm American. I expected a private car to be waiting for me and some champagne to thank me for all the guns and jets. Nope. Just a hassle. Oh well. So far the people in Jericho have been the friendliest people I've met on my trip. Surprising considering Jericho is smack dab in the middle of the West Bank. People there went out of there way to show us around, even to the point of giving us a ride to the Mount of Temptation. I will never deny my country but I was pretty worried about telling people I was American there. Even after I did they still treated me like their guest.
