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After leaving Alexandra in the airport, I started to drive towards the Suez channel, with the intention of making the utmost use of the last available days of visa going to Sinaí, for i felt that i had not enjoyed Egypt enough, with too many bureaucratic and mechanical problems. I felt like seeing the Suez, but when arriving i got disappointed, for there was tens of military quartering that protected the accesses to the channel, besides, the channel was crossed through a tunnel instead of a bridge. Even then, after looking a while through the edge for this, I finally found a small road that went to the channel and then started to enjoy the show, observing tens of boats of great tonnage that seemed to sail through the middle of the desert. When arriving to the edge of the channel I surprised myself of the great width, in spite of that probably not enough so that two boats could circulate, because at all times the boats circulated in a single direction (from North to South). After the visit to the channel, I started to border the gulf of Suez (in the Red Sea) with intention of arriving to the monastery of Saint Catherina and perhaps rising in the dawn to the mount Sinai. But sleep came to me, due to the so many nights conversing (or playing the Xbox) with Tarek and his other guests, and at eight I already went to bed not to wake up until the following day after eleven hours. The monastery of Saint Catherina, at the foot of the Mount Sinai, has been a place of pilgrimage since the 4th century, when a Roman empress built a chapel next to a burned bush which they thought was the bush through which God had talked to Moses. The mount Sinai is worshiped also so much by Jews, Christians as Muslims, because the tradition says that Moses received the boards with the ten Rules in the highness of the mountain. Linking the monastery of Saint Catherina with the top of the Mount Sinai, there are the 3750 steps of the stairs of the regret, cut into the rock by a monk as form of penitence. the monk had to have done a very great sin (nobody knows which), in any case for sure that God forgave him. Although i did not have intention of going up to the mount Sinaí, because on two days the visa of Egypt expired and i wanted to reach early Dahab to change money, I started to go up the stairs of the regret, from which a magnificent show was enjoyed, with the monastery at the bottom of the valley surrounded by stony mountains. I kept going up without having taken water nor money, even then, when I half on the path towards the top I thought "what the hell," I have just "gone up"!. But above, apart from a much more spectacular landscape, I found a thirst of a thousand demons, luckily, I found Moses that offered me water. Close to the top there are different stops for tourists, but when asking for water to a salesman, he only wanted to offer a sealed bottle that i could not pay. Annoyed I exclaimed out loud: - Is this the Egyptian hospitality? Then another man (of the shop number 2) appeared and offered me a glass of delicious water from a fountain of the mountain and next a hot tea. While I recovered in his shop, one of the 7 that populate the Sinai, he presented himself with the name of Mussa (Moses in Arab), explaining to me that he was Bedouin, specifically of the family Jabaliyya. Although he also explained that there are 7 more families of Bedouins spilled out in Jordan and Saudi Arabia. Having noticed that through the surroundings there were different patches of snow, I asked whether it snowed a lot and he answered me that lately not and that the last great snowstorm had been in the 86, when 1m of snow piled up. Consequently, the mountain has very few reserves of water, insufficient to water the cypresses that are 500 years old and that mark the point where the prophet Elias listened to the voice of God. To finish, he told me that i was lucky to arrive to the top mid-morning, because normally, every night hundreds of tourists meet at the top to see the sunrise. And really it should be like this, because when I arrived in the midday to the new monastery with the intention of visiting it, this (unlike the morning) was completely deserted and a guard informed me that it was already closed. In Dahab, some touristic town on the coast of the gulf of Acaba (also on the Red Sea), the banks were already closed. Even then I went to the centre to do some shopping, but when parking, a boy approached me and commented me well stiff: - Here you cannot park. A new discussion was about to initiate when suddenly, the same boy exclaimed in Spanish: - It’s a joke! It was Antonio and his colleague Ana that had done a tour through Africa very similar to ours with a 4 x 4. In Addis Ababa, a couple of Dutch that we had found in the embassy of Sudan they had spoken them of our journey, commenting "I do not know how they have been able to cross Africa with an autocaravan". They also knew Arancha, another Spanish that we had found in Aswan and that after 9 years travelling returned to stabilise in Spain. In the evening i had dinner with them sharing the adventures of our travels and they also told to me that they had met Tim, the English motorcyclist that we had found in Angola. Today, while Antonio and Ana were going to do diving to discover new coralline treasures that grow about Dahab and in all the North of the Red Sea, I put my duck feet and my glasses and I have submerged on the beach in front of the people, from where a magnificent cliff full of corals, plants of unimaginable forms, fish of multiple colours, octopuses was revealed... It was an incredible show, but for bad luck, the water was very cold and before one hour I have had to go out trembling. At night I have returned to dine with Antonio and Ana, conversing on our adventures and about the difficult economics of the traveller always putting us in limit situations of life: when we do not want to pay to the corrupt police, or we look for free places to sleep, or where to eat... unlike the tourist, that when having the bounded holidays can solve any problem with a few $ or €. Jordan Aqaba (see on map) 23/02/2008: At the time of taking the boat towards Jordan I have lived again another of these limit situations because of the money. In the morning early I have paid 192 $ for the note of the boat of Nuweiba to Aqaba (Jordan), but when I was about to embark, after having passed me 4 hours in the port running to fix paperwork, the controllers have commented me that it had to pay 50 $ extra, because they had sold the note me for small car and mine was big. After discussing a good while, finally they have shown me that others todo-terreno they also paid the amount that me asked for. Anyway, although I did not have the reason, it did not want to pay and I have decided to keep tightening the rope. I have commented them that I had already used up me all the money and that it could not go out of the port to take with the card endorses because it already had the seal of exit of Egypt. That has confused them, but half after an hour of calls, asking them whether he could pay the note in Aqaba, they have finally told me that it could go to draw money out of the port of Nuweiba, escorted by a policeman. Naturally I have had to follow the current and to make see that it took money and pay afterwards the required amount with the money that it already had. With all that, the boat has gone out about fifteen minutes late for fault of mine, but little it has imported, for when reaching Aqaba after about three hours, our having had to be another hour locked up in the boat expecting them to finish televising a match of soccer. Petra (see on map) 24/02/2008: Today it has not been a good day. Yesterday to the night I knew a nice Belgian couple that traveled with a selfcaravan for the Orient Means and they gave me some good recommendations. Also today I have gone towards Petra, through a perfectly asphaltic road of three lanes, accompanied by two youngsters of Australia that he had known yesterday in the boat. Anyway, it has today not been a good day, my computer yesterday then spoiled again and, instead of visiting Petra, I have today had to stay in the car reinstalling all the Windows and losing a lot of work and some important information. For luck, he had made safety copies at home in Tarek in Cairo, and the situation was not so critical either. In any expensive, at night, one once all the programmes reinstalled I have started to write another time, all the lost journals. 26/02/2008:
Undoubtedly, Petra is the most extraordinary thing that I have seen until now, including two years Europe and Africa, and the previous journeys recurring to India and Latin America. At present Petra is included as one of the 7 great marvels of the world, anyway, I would situate in front of all of them for its greatness, for the beauty of its buildings, geology and landscapes, and for its history and antiquity. The beginnings of the history of Petra (it means stone in Greek) and of the Nabataeanos, its original inhabitants, is full of mysteries and gaps. Anyway, some studies situate the beginnings of this big city in the 6th century BC. In any case, the city bloomed in a stony and mountainous plateau thanks to the control of different commercial routes, but also thanks to the control that they had of the water, through dams and channels, that allowed them to cultivate the earth. During these prosperous centuries, the Nabataeanos and later the Greeks and Romans, sculpted marvelous tombs, similar to temples, in the walls of rock of the mountains. Anyway, little time afterwards Petra suffered a drastic declines, partially provoked, by the earthquake of the 363 that destroyed many buildings and damaged the vital system of management of the water, for the new commercial routes suggested by the Romans, but especially. Although the Nabataeanos believed with pre-Islamic Gods, coinciding with his declines, some precious tombs started to be used as churches. David and Maria that we had been in Aswan had informed me in a way to enter without paying the 26 € of the entry (cost for two days), but on the previous day I did not find the tracks that me had left. In any case, although I observed once to inside that it was very simple to enter for other sides without paying, I paid the note without resentment, because really it was worth. Yesterday I entered to Petra for the main entry, introducing me for the Siq, one throat produced by tectonic forces that separated 1207 meters of mountain among 3 at 12 meters among themselves. During this tour I have observed some interesting engravings in the walls that I have started to photograph, although the most surprising thing has been the vision at the end of the canyon, the magnificent and gigantic tomb sculpted in the wall in front, named the treasure. But following the tour through the valley that was opened in front mine more tombs, and every time more surprising appeared, with impressive natural drawings caused by the different colours of the rock. There were so many interesting things to observe and to photograph, which to the first day at 11 in the morning I already had to start to worry myself of the only 2 Gb that it had to store photos and the battery who was unloading. I kept walking through the mountain, without stopping admiring new tombs, or the enormous amphitheatre also excavated in the rock for the Romans. Further on, the tombs (or maybe homes) excavated in the stony walls turned simpler, but I started to observe, fragments of ceramics, spilled through the meadows confirming to me that the city really had to be big, even if at present the tombs are mainly preserved. The midday ago it started to be rained, and after little of giving refuge to me in a tomb, it started to hail of brave. In the middle of the storm a bearded man arrived and greñudo, completely soaked and trembling with cold, and getting on a donkey (although it insisted that it was a horse). The face of the man did not deserve me confidence, and less when it asked me about the ring of gold that took in the finger, while it undid different belts. I it looked it with tension, supervising that it did not take any dagger, but even if it did not take any, that was so good point decreased the storm, I was myself. I returned to the main levelled area, where there are the ruins of different Greek and Roman temples, and although still it rained, I added myself behind a group that was gone along the mountain straight. But seeing that the path was not too evident and that they were moved away quite a lot of the central area, I asked to the French leader if it could add me to its group, which, very nicely said me that yes. And it was a great luck, because we go above up to the summit of a mountain for some stairs of stone, enjoying more tombs and impressive sights, where there was a great infrastructure to sacrifice animals to the Gods, with pool to purify them and altar with way of funnel to collect the blood. Kept drizzling all the while, but half an hour before arriving to the people, started to pour with rain, arriving to the selfcaravan completely soaked. Today I have visited Petra again, but I have gone before where the Pequeña Petra finds, an enclave naturally protected through the mountains where he had deposited the money of the city and where there are also some interesting tombs, with the car at about 5 kilometres. Afterwards, I have walked up to above of another mountain where the building excavated at the biggest rock of all Petra, the monastery, in front of which the people seem incredibly small, is. Going towards the monastery, a Bedouin girl who sold pendants and stones has asked me for a bit of paper. Without having forgotten in a complete way the boring vendors of Egypt have chorus automatically "not", but she has replied to me that it was to turn a fire on. Then, more understanding, I have taken my bloc of notes and have pulled out a leaf. And immediately after, the girl, me this a compliment or gratitude that has kept me engraved to the memory: - Graces, I expect to compensate it to you in your wedding. When going down again, the girl has offered me a tea, and without the subject of the wedding coming out again, it has explained to me that it had never gone to the school and that its almost perfect English had learned it from the tourists. Unfortunately, mid-afternoon, after some occasional sunbeams it has started to drizzle again and tired to wet me have returned to the car. And it has been a good decision, because little before arriving it has poured with rain again. Amman (see on map) 28/02/2008:
At noon, after having been all the morning working and writing, I started myself off through a road that crossed above the careens of the mountains, sometimes with bald patches of snow next to the road. From time to time it crossed small people, quite modern, with all the covered women with veil and some even with burca; some men took elegant turbans of red and white cuadraditos. It has surprised the few controls of policeman in the road and the calmness and friendliness of the people, and not so much for me for the contrast of the previous countries, but because Jordan finds in the middle of some very troublesome countries: Iraq and Palestine and Israel. Anyway, what really surprised me more, was the great presence of garbage containers, which are completely non-existent in good part of Africa. At dusk I reached Karak, where there is an impressive dominant castle the villa, although, knowing that in Syria there are castles of the period of the much more interesting crusades not had intention of visiting it. Anyway, when approaching me to the entry, the guardian left me to enter without paying making use the last minutes before closing. And today, when going out of Karak with the intention of circulating through the motorway of the king that crosses a fantastic canyon (according to the guide), I have mistaken the path going 50 kilometres in vain, but in when proving again it I have found going down towards the Dead Sea and any longer I have not tried to move back another time. The Dead Sea or Sea of Salt (if it is translated of the Hebrew) finds the lowest dry terrestrial point of the world at 420 meters under the sea level and és. The sea is also one of the saltiest of the world, with 30% of salinity that is 9 times the salinity the Mediterranean Sea. Curiously, the valley where he finds the Dead Sea also is part of the same valley of the Rift, which we have crossed different times during our African stretch. On the other hand, the sea is not too big, with a maximum of 18 kilometres of width, which allows seeing at all times Palestine, in spite of the mist. In the south of the Sea there is a big plain with great saline and great cultivated extensions, but, the earth turns arid and mountainous more in the north. Near the end of the lake, there are some great touristic complexes and I have decided to park next to one of them to experiment on a therapeutic bath in the Dead Sea. To my around there was big clods of salt and minerals. Slowly I have gone to the hot water introducing and it thickens. As it advanced, the water kept creating visible and curious current filaments. And finally I have introduced myself to the water and surprise, although it already knew it, the sensation of floating almost above the surface was incredible. I have swum a little, and without too much effort I have advanced at great speed, almost blowing up above the waters. It is gripping, and the explanation, also because a litre of the water of the Dead Sea, instead of weighing 1 kg, 1,24kg weighs. 01/03/2008:
In Amman I had to meet a boy from couchsurfing.com but my telephone did not let me make calls and through Internet I could not locate him. Therefore, after situating myself on the map of the city, I went to park in the summit of one of the hills among which it extends Amman. From high up, near the citadel and with magnificent views on part of the city and close to the Roman amphitheatre, i had free wifi connection (it did not happen since Europe), so I remained closed inside the car all the afternoon after arriving to the Dead Sea and also the following day (yesterday). And surprisingly, after a year travelling through Africa, i was parked in the street, with the window open, with people walking on the side and without anybody upsetting me in any moment; I repeat: it seemed surprising to me. I was working and I also read the newspaper online, I listened to the radio and I looked at the television of my country. But I was also thinking whether i should visit for a couple of days Israel and Jerusalem. It had its risk, a very great risk, because if on the border with Jordan or Israel they printed some seal on my passport, it would be impossible to enter Syria. And powerless to cross Syria (not even logically Iraq), i could practically say good-bye to continue the journey towards Ásia. Syria does not accept the entry to anybody who has visited Israel, and I for example read the history of a boy who did not have a seal of Israel in the passport, but in the hostel of Damascus they discovered that his youth hostel card was sealed by a hostel in Jerusalem, communicated it to the police and immediately expelled him from the country. Anyway, Antonio and Ana that I had met in Dahab had assured me that, if i travelled without car, on the borders between Israel and Jordan they did not seal the passport. It was an important decision, on the other hand, without Alexandra seems that it is difficult for me to decide. Alexandra gets used to seeing only the negative aspects of the challenges and me the positive ones, but without her I have to analyse both aspects, making the decision still more difficult. Anyway, today in the morning I have gone to a bus agency that makes daily journeys to Jerusalem from Amman and for me it seemed so simple that I have decided to try tomorrow. Besides, i had contacted people from couchsurfing that could receive me in Jerusalem. And finally, i had also been able to get in touch with the boy of couchsurfing from Amman at the house of which i could leave the autocaravan put aside without problem. I have met with Thomas of French origin (the boy of couchsufing) and his wife of Chinese origin in a quite modern bookshop-bar and with people relatively snob. The owner of the site, friend of Thomas, is homosexual and as it seems he had many problems to open the business in the Jordanian Islamic society. Thomas was very interested in political subjects and immediately explained to me that the wealth of Jordan, despite not having too many oil resources, is encouraged in the stability of the country, attracting wealth and companies of the other Arab countries. The king of Jordan maintains a difficult balance between Israel and the Arab world, with some strong secret police that controls all that happens in the country. And is not an easy task, because 40 or 50% of the current inhabitants of Jordan are of Palestinian origin, emigrated during the creation of the state of Israel. Taking advantage of the wife of Thomas being of Chinese origin and her having a daughter from a previous marriage, I asked her about the policy of the only son in China. After explaining that she did not like it, she commented that the Chinese government helps economically to have a son, but if you have a second son you have to pay a fine of 5000 € (more the private hospital...). Anyway, if for luck you have twins the first time; the state helps you even more. At night, after parking in front of the house of Thomas, I have gone to a modern coffee of the neighbourhood to connect to Internet, which was full of youth, even attractive girls, dressing in a modern way, conversing animatedly around, celebrating some anniversaries... The only difference with Europe, was the smoke that there was in the atmosphere, provoked by the tens of water pipes that boys as well as girls were smoking. Israel - Palestina Jerusalem (see on map) 04/03/2008:
At 5:30 I left the autocaravan closed in the street, in front the house of Thomas, and I went in taxi towards the bus station, where after waiting for an hour I went up in a big bus where only there was another passenger going also to Israel. Although afterwards they were added more temporary, that confirmed the comment of Thomas that had assured me that between Israel and the Arab countries there is very few business and exchange, in spite of the closeness. When arriving to the Israeli part of the border of the Hussein Bridge, military youngsters with machine guns on shooting position and girls with bulletproof protection stopped the bus. While I was writing down these observations, a very severe officer went up on the bus and made me go down leaving the rest of passengers inside. After passing different detectors of metal and a strange machine that made air through my clothes, the officer with the machine-gun took me for questioning: why i went to Israel, who i knew, what had i done in Sudan, what i was writing in the bus... Surpassed the interrogation I added myself to the rest of the non Palestinian foreigners (these was another queue) and I delivered my passport to a girl of Ethiopian origin insisting that they did not print any seal for me, to be able to enter afterwards Syria. Most of the workers of the border were boys and very young girls ( probably doing the military service) and multiracial. I observed that my passport kept passing through different hands and whenever i could I addressed the person who had it and asked them: - You will not print me any seal, ok? Even then, they stuck an adhesive behind the passport that afterwards I had problems to take it off. While i waited, I conversed with an English that worked for an ONG helping the Palestinian people and he explained me very annoyed that, Israel and the governments that hold it are the only ones responsible for the conflict between Israel and Palestine. A part of the solution would be that the millions of Palestinian refugees could return to their lands and they were also compensated economically. Very probably an unacceptable proposal for the Israelis, and therefore, it seems that the conflict will continue for many more years. Later I have conversed with another also very critical cooperative with the Israel government. And finally I have talked with a Colombian girl who was going to visit a friend and to whom finally they have denied the entry. Meanwhile, the hours kept passing and, observing that the rest of foreigners kept passing, I asked: - What does it happen with my passport? And they always answered to me: - A moment, we are still processing your information. But finally, they called me for a second interview. I had to empty all my pockets and they closed me in a room with a corpulent boy in my back and an interviewer in front, and they started another time to question me. They had fear that i wanted to meet with Palestinians or that i took some message of somebody from Sudan. Finally they made me wait a good while, during which they checked all the information that figured beside my name in Internet, and passing probably a total of 5 hours waiting, printed the seal of entry in Israel in a paper separated from the passport. So much safety on the border was probably owed to the new climbing of the Palestinian – Israeli conflict, in which, terrorists had thrown numerous home rockets from the territory of the Gaza Strip against different frontier cities of Israel, getting to kill some person, and in answer the Israelis had bombarded and killed tens of people, among them children and women. And to consequence also of this climbing in the conflict, in Jerusalem, walking through the former city, all walled, I found the majority of shops closed, as a protest of the Palestinians traders to the israelian killings. Jerusalem is considered a saint city for the three great monotheistic religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam, and amply disputed along the history, with crusades, wars, intifada... although traditionally the city has always been divided up into four areas or neighbourhoods: Jewish, Christian, Muslim and Armenian. I entered through the Muslim neighbourhood and next entered the Jewish one, after crossing a metal detector. There I found in front the wall of lamentations, a wall of stone that the pretty mosque of the dome of the rock formed part of a former Jewish sacred temple that was destroyed, and curiously now it is part of the wall that surrounds the place, that occupies the original situation of the Jewish shrine. Anyway, the Judaism considers that God moved its presence from the former shrine to the wall of the lamentations or named also the Western wall. And as i arrived , tens of Jews dressed in black and with caps (symbolising the aura, according to a friend from Israel) or hats of wing or of eccentric forms, read books groaning out loud facing the wall while, some with rhythmic and violent jumps, swayed ahead and behind. At night, Eli, a boy from couchsurfing received me and I had opportunity of living with a happy Israelí family. From his home, I connected myself to Internet and casually I read in the journal that the same day that was being finished, Israel had done a small military incursion to Gaza Strip killing about 60 people, including women and 8 children. I commented on the news to Eli, but he did not think it was bad, but natural, because in the journals of Israel in Internet they informed in a single line (which cost to find) that the army had killed the same number of people, but indicating that 90% were armed. When asking Eli if he believed normal the disproportion among the Palestinian dead men and the israelian, he commented me that yes, simply because Israel is more efficient militarily. And added that the Palestinian terrorists attack directly the population, however, the Israeli soldiers look for killing the terrorists, even if in the action they can kill children of the surroundings. Some not so convincing opinions under the concept of human justice or peace and I ended up thinking that other millions of opinions as this made more complicated the end of the conflict. In the same way that the conformism and consumerism of millions of families from the developed world, including me, are probably collaborating to the misery of the rest of the world. Even if always there are some good actions. For example, Eli was complaining that according to the Israeli law, the earth that is not cultivated loses the owner if another cultivates it, allowing some Israelis to gain the land of many Palestinians refugees that cannot return. Eli, in collaboration with some ONGs and other Palestinians helps plant trees in these lands so that the owners at present refugees do not lose it. On the other hand, I can seem very critical with Eli and other millions of Israelians, but that did not prevent me to make friendship with a magnificent boy who i could have as a real friend. The following day I returned to the old city and i did a long hike above the walls, without too much interest, and next I went up to the mosque of the Dome of the Rock, another sacred place, this time for the Muslims, because they consider that this is the point where the prophet Mohamed ascended to the sky, after his body was transported miraculously from Meca. In fact, the mosque of the Dome of the Rock is the third most saint, after those of Meca and Medina, and even, originally the Muslim prayers were done in this direction instead of Meca. It is not to miss then that exteriorly (it is not allowed to enter inside for the non Muslims) the mosque is wonderful, with some details of Islamic art as always surprising, as its big golden dome, which is visible from most parts of the city. Next, walking through small paved and steep alleys, some desert and another boiling of trades, generally destined to the tourists or pilgrims, I arrived to the church of the Sacred Sepulcra, a church worshiped by all the Christian confessions, believing that was erected on the hill where Jesus was crucifixed and where also he was buried. In the entry of the church there was a big slab of marble where they think that the body of Jesus was shrouded and where tens of believers crouched down to kiss it, to touch it and to lie down devoutly and passionately. Going up on some stairs there was situated a chapel in the point where they thought that Jesus was crucifixed, and, long queues were again waited to crouch down under the altar where the hole that sustained the cross is. And in another end of the church there were still more queues to enter in the small chapel where buried Jesus was (close to the other one). Asking, a monk he told me that the church was of the greco-orthodox confession, but afterwards I have read that the custody is of different confessions, not with few conflicts among them throughout its history. In the afternoon I met again with Eli, conversing animatedly and trying to convince me of the existence of telepathy and at night i went to see a match of básquet to the house of a friend of his, which will soon do a long journey through Latin-amèrica. And today in the morning I have left Jerusalem, I have crossed without any problem the Israelian and Jordanian border and have arrived to Amman where the autocaravan was still in the same place without anybody having touched it. --- I made use of my stay in Israel to take the pulse to the world with Eli, that gave an opinion that the main problem of the world are the human beings that are too egocentric. The solution would be conscience, the peace starts from the interior. In Israel the main problem is the endless war. The solution will be very late to appear. He tries to maintain friendship with all the parts. Eli is considered very happy. he does not need to worry for being happier. The secret of happiness is to be happy with what you have. Jordan Frontera amb S?ria (see on map) 10/03/2008:
Had eliminated any evidence that gave away my previous presence in Israel, had erased files of the computer and concealed folders, and had hidden well for the car a small map of Jerusalem, a bloc of notes describing my stay there and the paper with the seal of entry and exit. Even then, it still thought that it could have problems to enter in Syria (a country with a part of the territory even occupied by Israel), especially for which behind the passport and there were evident remains that there had been an adhesive (which the Israelis had stuck me). In any case, it had revised well a very good history: in a club of diving in Egypt on me they had stuck an adhesive behind the passport when renting a dress of neoprene. I crossed troublefree Jordan but on border with Syria, after observing the brand of the adhesive behind the passport they told me, without showing gravity, that they should receive a confirmation from Damascus. I waited for the two hours that asked me and to 6 communicated me the news that did that the world fell to my feet. It could not enter in Syria because they were convinced that it had entered Israel. I tried to ask for explanations, to argue with them, to talk with the head... But the answer was always it, were convinced that it had entered in Israel and that deprived me of entering its country. A young policeman accompanied me outside, but without paying him attention, I addressed a hotel of the same border to do a call to the embassy of Spain in Syria, whose consul told me that the day after he would try to find a solution. I returned to the car disconsolate but not surrendered yet. If it did not manage to enter in Syria, very probably, neither it could enter Iran, for this country lets either enter Israel to anybody that has visited. On the other hand, the only way of arriving to Turkey through the ground was across Syria, and in that moment did not consider any other option feasible. The young policeman of Syria, accompanied me in the selfcaravan up to the border of Jordan, but remained well dazzled when I informed it that it did not want to enter in Jordan and I parked at half of the 100 meters in which they separate both borders. New civil servants of Syria made me park a little nearer to Jordan. Afterwards they were the Jordanians who came there to wonder what it made put aside. But when did I announce to them that it could not enter Syria but that it did not want to enter Jordan again and did they let me be camped there without too many problems. It remembered a small revolution that had appeared few years behind, as soon as possible of doing a journey to Kenya and Tanzania, I went to a centre of vaccination that to me had assigned some weeks ago. I admit that I arrived 5 minutes late to the consultation, but because of this delay, the nurse that was vaccinating many other travellers, refused to pricking me. I knew that if I did not vaccinate that day, they would give me hour after three or four weeks again, after the exit of the aeroplane, and that if it did not have the card of vaccinations in rule I risked not being able to enter Kenya (or to fall ill). In the face of such a situation, I caught a paper of a counter, I wrote "I want myself to vaccinate!" and I sat in the stairs as a sign of protest. After two hours, even after wrestling with the security guards, another nurse vaccinated me. In any case, he knew that this fight with the authorities and the Syria law would be much more complicated and long. On the following day in the morning, the policemen of Jordan left me to go to buy in the facilities of the border a Jordanian card SIM for the mobile telephone, with which I sent a message to Alexandra and I called the embassy Spanish in Jordan and Syria, who told me some hours later that they could not do at all that it could allow me an entry to Syria and they recommended me of returning behind. It was pissed off with the authorities of Israel for sticking adhesives behind the passport when of good insurance they knew that that deprived the entry in Syria, it was also pissed off with the Jordanian authorities for which probably they had a mole on its border that it was informing about who entered Israel or who not, and of course it was pissed off with the Syrian authorities, although it understood that they were observing its law, probably with the information received by its spy in Jordan. Anyway, he did not think yet to yield me. I started to stick posters to the windscreen and in the door of the selfcaravan on the message in English "I want to cross Syria to enter Turkey". Meanwhile, Alexandra tried to create conscience through Internet to defend my cause, but probably there are much more important problems in the world and I only received a couple of calls of some Syrians of couchsurfing commenting on me of what they could not make at all to help me. Even then, he still thought that he would wait for me for many more days or weeks between both borders until it found a solution. It had quite a lot food in the home, besides, of insurance that the truck drivers could offer me eaten further on, because even if they did not talk English, these seemed to have friendliness for my situation, and some of them had already offered me water to load the selfcaravan. In spite of everything, as they passed the hours and the few days, I also realised, without the victory having insured, that really should be weeks, months or years between both borders. On the other hand, even if it considered completely unfair not to be able to go through a territory, this neither was my fight, and thought that further on it would find other more important wars to which to dedicate my time and energy, and that now it was due me to keep traveling to know world and probably to discover which will be the future battles in which really I will want to fight. Anyway, to yield me I filled up of pessimism. The options to embark the car towards Turkey were Israel where they would hardly let me enter the car; Egypt, where it would probably have the same problems to enter it as the first time; crossing Iraq, almost completely discarded; or to forget Turkey and to try to cross Saudi Arabia, Arab Emirates and to take boat towards Iran, where neither they would not let me enter Israel if they discovered that it had been. In any case, before abandoning, I decided to pass one another night between both borders, during which I sent a SMS to the Spanish consul of Syria asking him whether the option that a driver drove my car for Syrian lands up to the border with Turkey, while I took the aeroplane, was valid. The day after in the morning it returned me the optimism another time when I received a SMS of the consul telling me that it would try to find me, a driver. Animated, I also got in touch to a Mr. Siriano that two days ago had stopped next to the selfcaravan to offer me help. After little the Syrian phoned me to report that it had found a driver for 300 me $. But an hour later it was the consul that called commenting that it had found a company that would charge me only me 100 $. In the face of this new perspective, I pulled the posters of the car out to soften any tension that there could be with the Syrian customs officers. And even more, I decided to leave the no-man's land, the space between the two borders to enter the facilities of the Jordanian border again. But this return, which he thought would be positive for the Jordanian and Syrian customs officers, originated another problem. The Jordanian policemen informed me that he could leave the car parked there, but I could not pass the night in the border facilities. But I did not want to go to Amman, nor not to take the car of the border either, for the rates of entry in Jordan were increased. On the other hand, they did not let me either turn the last ones over between the two borders where he had been camping three nights. Then I suggested them, that it would leave the car in the facilities, but I would catch the shop and would camp exactly to outside the borderrontier]>, and in the face of this proposal that is so ridiculous, finally the head of immigration left me to live in the car exceptionally. And now I was not capable of repressing the tears even of crying in silence. The head of immigration it asked me what passed me, but I was not capable of explaining myself. These days the had lived with too much tension, but separately, the tears seemed the only way of the immense feeling of gratitude expressing that it felt for all those people (Alexandra, the consul, the head of immigration, friends in Catalonia, and others) that were worrying about me, being implied beyond its responsibilities to find a solution. Now my friend Marc, manager of the company Servicios of Internet Javajan and owner of the selfcaravan, signing a document granting the power of conduction to the chofer found by the embassy was only missing. But when calling to Marc, this commented me that they were celebrating in another population the holiday of farewell of solero of another good friend that was married, and that the holiday would follow the day after, therefore (without desires of spoiling this dear wildness) it should wait for me two more nights, until Monday. Today Monday in the morning, Marc has confirmed to me that it had sent the fax with the powers to the embassy of Spain in Syria. Then I have called the director of the company of the chofer, informing her that this could pass to look for the fax in the embassy and come afterwards to look for the car on the border. But when the border]> has been introduced to the driver at noon, this had forgotten the fax, but on the other hand, when it has gone up to the selfcaravan and I have started to show him all the things that the selfcaravan had its cheerful face has gone off immediately. And immediately I have realised a problem that it had not had. To me they did not leave me to enter in the Syria customs, therefore the driver should show all the contents, but it could not explain all the things that the selfcaravan took (for example medicines), and maybe the authorities would retain the car until somebody - which could not enter - could declare the contents. The driver has turned over towards Damascus with the promise that the day after he would turn over with the fax. Anyway, the idea about the chofer any longer did not seem so good to me. When talking with the consul, this suggested once other to me to return to Jordan. And finally, as it can not talk with the director of the company of the chofer, and 6 days after being retained on the border, without Internet, without interacting with almost nobody, confronting daily problems, boring, tired, desperate... I have decided to abandon, without not even so alone to wait to morning, and at dusk I have paid again the cups of entry for Jordan for the car and have gone towards Amman. Amman (see on map) 16/03/2008:
I have spent a week, half depressed, without desires of doing anything, discouraged in spite of trying to solve all the uncertainties. With the help of Alexandra and passing many hours connected to Internet, the unknowns about how to arrive to Turkey have kept being solved. This new horizon has diluted the pessimism of my soul, although the optimism has not appeared either. From now I was a marked person, i was not a European any longer with the possibility to travel all over the world, a step had now gone down, and some countries would have my entry forbidden, as Syria, Iran or other Arab countries. In any case, a step had only gone down, and i still had the right and the opportunity of following my journey, taking the pulse to the world. On the other hand, my history could not be compared, even a lot less, with the problems that millions of people suffer because of the visas. As the story that Akram explained to me after he gained sufficient confidence in me(a Jordanian Palestinian that I got in touch with through couchsurfing). A year ago, Akram met a girl from the United States, whom he fell in love with. Making use of some working holidays and having obtained a visa of 5 years, he flew to United States, where after few weeks and of quitting his work in Jordan has married the girl. After three months they did a trip through the North of the United States and two days to Canada. But when returning from Canada, the police of the American border denied him the entry and invalidated the visa, without any explanation, simply because he was Muslim. The way how he explained the drama that he lived really touched me. It was about three months in Canada living badly, occasionally meeting his wife who visited him when she could. And finally he returned to Jordan, where he does not have possibility to return to the previous work and he has to wait a year and a half that the American authorities validate his marriage and they grant him the option of turning back with his wife. But few desires remain, at present he would prefer going to live to Egypt, an Islamic country where life is cheap. Another day that I met with Akram I started to talk about Israel, but immediately he cut me, indicating that for him there is not such country, only occupied Palestine. Akram is of Palestinian origin, as many of his friends, born of parents that took refuge in Jordan after the war of 1948. When asking him about the solution of the conflict,he answered me that the Jews should abandon the occupied land completely (again solutions difficult to accept for the opposing party). Then he explained his vision of the history, in which, at the beginning of the 20th century, the Arabs were hospitable with the Jews who arrived to Palestine, until these took them the land. To the point of celebrating 30 years of life, Akram complained that he never visited his land. Then I asked him: - But do you think that there will be a day again when Palestine will be for the Arabs, free from Jews? - For sure. Before the day of the final judgment. - But where will the Israelis have to go? - The Jews who occupy Palestine have their land of origin, and they will have to return there. Then the conversation entered in a phase difficult to be forgotten. After explaining to me that he detested the Islamic terrorist attacks, that a Muslim would never kill innocents, and that he really cried during the attacks to the two twin towers of New York, I asked him: - Then you are you against the terrorist attacks against the Jews of Israel? - That is not terrorism – he answered very seriously. - We, the Palestinians, have our land to fight for and to kill all those that occupy it by force. In the face of my speechless expression, he asked me: - Do you think that I am a terrorist? - Not, but you could be. In the presence of Akram, i met Hamin, a Christian. his religion surprised me in Jordan. Then he explained me, that 7% of the Jordanians are Christian, but that before nothing, they feel Arab and that for example, when the United States attack an Arab country, they are annoyed as the rest of the people. Maybe that's why, the communal life with the Muslims is very pacific, although they also have to abide by some of the rules. For example, a Muslim boy can marry a Christian girl, but a Christian boy cannot marry a Muslim girl, because the Islamic law forbids it, the same as he also forbids a Muslim being able to forsake his religion. And another surprising fact, when asking Hamin whether his God was also called Allah,he answered me: - Of course, we, the Jordanian Christians, speak Arab. I had not been so many days in Jordan, but it seemed that all the options to arrive to Turkey, passed through Egypt, but i could not enter with the carnet de Passages of the car expired. That's why, the first day after arriving to Amman I sent the old carnet de Passages to Spain in order to receive the new one, if everything goes well from here, next Sunday,in a week. During these days, I have also renewed my visa of stay to Jordan, I have visited different times the embassy of Spain where the consul is a very nice and collaborative person, I have renewed other papers for the car... Even so, after doing all these formalities, I still had a week before leaving. Perhaps, tomorrow, I will visit some days the lands of Palestine and Israel again. In spite of everything, I feel that I do not want to visit anything else. I feel like reaching as soon as possible Istambul to meet Alexandra. I feel like being with her, relaxed again, and leaving that all the problems pass next to us. This separation, of a month, is proving to me that it is difficult to live without her. And she says that she feels the same. So, we have already reported that the proposal of marriage that we did, continues standing and that maybe soon, in some exotic country, we will take it to the practice. ---- In Aman I interviewed Aiman, a friend of Akram, which opined that the main problem of the world is the oil, which causes a lot of instability in the middle east. The problem cannot be solved, but besides will be increased due to the industry and to the emergent countries, and it does not seem that anybody can do anything to stop. Aiman, of Palestinian origin, opined that the main problem of his country was the nonexistence of peace or solution, at least an acceptable solution for the politicians or leaders of both parties. The solution needs new leaders thinking for the future, they think that there is sufficient land for everybody. Maybe at present the Arabs are more prepared than the Israelis for the peace. The solution has to be found between the people of both sides. Aiman is considered happy although he would be happier with peace in the middle east that allowed him to settle and to live. The secret of happiness is the peace in the heart and in the mind. 18/03/2008:
Yesterday I went again towards the border of Jordan with Palestine. I felt like visiting these troubled lands again with some Palestinians, but i was shitted scary, for i feared that (as the previous time) the Israeli authorities would return to stick an adhesive in my passport or even to seal it, complicating the future entry in Iran. For this reason, when the Jordanian authorities told me that my visa only allowed me to visit Israel one more time, I cheered up and I relaxed. Next, taking advantage of being retained in Jordan waiting for the Carnet de Passages of the car, which if everything goes well has to arrive next Sunday, I decided to try to cross another border, this time that of Syria. I chose another border, but the authorities immediately saw that i had been refused once, and after verifying in the computers they informed me very nicely about my name being on the black list, and that even if i tried to bribe them (how I did with 300 $) they could do nothing to change it. And like this it would follow even to the end of times, or even if Syria changed the legislation. And today I have decided to visit the Roman ruins of Jerash, the second touristic attraction of Jordan, which i had not visited yet because i had not lost in a complete way the expectations to enter in Syria, where for as i have seen, there is a former still more interesting Roman city, that of Palmira. In any case, Jerash has surprised me and i would have considered myself a sinner if i had let the passivity of the last days influence me not to visit it. Jerash surprises for the hundreds of columns that still keep standing, of stylised forms and capitals with floral engravings. It also surprises, apart from its temples, avenues, arcs and hippodrome, for the conservation of two big theatres, that confirm the interest that the Romans expressed for these shows, but, the big number of inhabitants especially confirm that they had to populate the former city. 22/03/2008: I have spent some days more waiting for the carnet de passage of the car (which finally has arrived today Saturday) and passing the hours bored and discouraged. Anyway, the few times that i made use of my spare time, i tried to clarify which was my next destination, that each moment got complicated, because when i was going to confirm the offer of the boat of Egypt to Turkey, I took measures of the autocaravan and I realised that in the container would not enter, when being 10 centimetres higher than the door of the container. I sent the Egyptian company a mail to see whether there was any other solution, but they did not answer me. So, the only solution that remains seems that of Israel, from where I have an offer (quite expensive) to arrive with boat to Athens, Greece. Tomorrow I will start to go again towards Israel, unless i receive some other offer from Egypt. On the other hand, I have also met some more days Akram and some of his friends and other couchsurfers, although in general I have followed the meetings without too much interest. In all these days, only one conversation with Akram caught me the attention enough as to note it in my note block. Akram was confirming to me that they believe firmly in the Islam, the men as well as the women, with the virginity and with the prohibition of the sex out of the marriage. Next he complained that in the Occidental countries many men (and women) have sex out of the marriage (and during the marriage) with ten, twenty or even more people different to the opposed sex. And according to him, it was a hypocrisy that these that fornicate with so many women how they want (even with prostitutes) criticise them, the Muslims, because they can get married even with four women, if the husband can maintain them and they accept the situation. I thought that it was quite a convincing reasoning to explain because in the Islam the men have this possibility, although I did not deepen either questioning why the women could not marry more than one husband. ‹ Previous (22/01/2008) LUNA Next (2008-03-22)› ‹ Previous (2008-01-14 - Sudan) TARA Next (2008-02-23 - Jordan)› |
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