Jerusalem, Israel. Amman, Jordan.

Tuesday, 5^th February

The Americans got back around 7:30am. Oh yes. They had all the fun. Mainly in my dorm. I made a decision today to leave Israel - and not beacuse of the Americans. Well not totally. I really wanted to stay. I desperately wanted to see the West Bank. I also wanted to go north to Galilea and visit the town of Megido. The place where John, of the apostles John, believed the last battle between good and evil would be fought. I wanted to explore much more of Israel. I really loved this place. I know I have made no qualms about how I feel of the way Israel has treated Palestine and its people. This doesn't mean I still have not really enjoyed the country. I still have warmed to its people. Well some of them. Yes Israelis can be very arrogant and annoying. But then so can the British, the Americans, the French, the [insert any country here]ians. Israeli people just need to get over things. They also need to admit that how they are treating Palestinians is wrong. But I very much doubt they’d listen to this. The grievances now between the people have gone long passed who is wrong and who is right. What needs to happen now is for it to stop. And I have a feeling that may take a while before people are ready to listen. Memes can also include blood. Pain can be replicated. So can loss. Forgiving is the hardest thing in the world to do. Second only to being honest. Really forgiving that is. You don’t think so? Try forgiving yourself.

So. I left Israel. I took a sheroot to the Allenby Bridge: that is the name of the King Hussein Bridge on this side. It turned out the exit procedure was simple. It just cost $20. I was back in Jordan. An Hour later I was back in Amman.

I spent my last night in the Middle East in Amman. I was pretty engrossed with The Great War For Civilization at this point. So I had a couple of beers and read in my room.