While we were waiting we meet to Rouhi, a palestinian-american, who was waiting for two hours before for the bus. The most of the other people who are waiting are diplomatics with United Nations passports. At least,the bus appeared and we began the long odissey of crossing the barely 500 meters between the two countries. After a pair of inspections, we passed the river and the israelies authorities kept us during an hour waiting inside the bus. At this point we catched other two full busses that apparently are waiting the same authorization than us. One of the diplomatic of United Nations with hindu appearance, who said us that the palestinians are gathered in those busses. They try to enter in the country from the refugees camp of Jordan, and the palestians had been waiting for very much hours than us. In the view of our indignation, the diplomatic man aswered that if we, the foreigners, feel mistreated, we couldn't imagine how the israelies be with to the palestinians. It's the first time we felt so near of the "apartheid". These intimidated military posts were the unique views we could see during the most part of the day. When at least we could pass, it's up to a place where they forced us to go down the bus, leaving all our belongings inside, except the passport while they inspected it with dogs. After the new waiting they autorized us to continue until the israeli terminal, where they have a great deployment of security means and soldiers in civilian clothes armed with modern and threatening machine guns. It was a moment specially tense when one of the soldiers aimed to David's belly because he found strange a bulge under his t-shirt. It's only a hanging wallet we used during the trip. I rose the t´shirt to show I hadn't any explosives. First moment of doubt if it's good idea to be here. Once inside we were waiting for two hours in the immigration queue when they allow or deny the visas. The diplomatics could push in the queue thank you their condition and curiosly they apologized about it. When at least was our turn, a lot of questions about the arab stamps in the passports, the purpose of the trip, why we didn't got a map of the country (?), and cuestions about our economical capacity. Even so, our story didn't convince them very much, because the girl of immigration had to consult during long time with her manager if they granted us the visa. Finally, they gave a visa for only a week, when the usual is for a month. While we thought the end of the process was near, came the luggage exhaustive inspection, when they inspected our belongings with explosive detectors, including the pages of the books. Such security was becoming unhinged us. Rouhi, gently waited for us, because he wanted to be sure that we were safe until to arrive to Jerusalem. At this stage, he is our guardian angel, because the money change office was closed and the bus was going to leave, and only accepted israeli money. He paid the tickets to us and a japanese girl called Hikito who almost didn't speak english. Finally, the bus didn't go to Jerusalem but a near Jericho bus station, but before, a new passports control on the road. The most of the passengers are palestians who could not pass the border and have to try it again another day. In the taxi station, a lot of taxi drivers over us, but Rouhi, again helped us and won a reliable taxi to go to the centre of Jericho to have lunch in a restaurant. Like all the others situations, Rouhi didn't allow us to pay, including the taxi drives was invited. The lunch was very pleasant after a long day of queuing, and the conversation went to the palestinian problem and the humanitarian catastrophe. We changed money and took the advantage to take a photo of the spectacular sunset in the centre of Jericho. We took the road to Qalandia, where we separated our paths, Rouhi to his village, Hikito to Ramalah and us to Jerusalem, but before this we had to pass the checkpoint which blocked Jericho, where after a waiting of 20 minutes, the soldiers warned us that the tourists (who enter from Jordan) is possible to go out Jericho but not to return. The soldier who dind't is more than 18 years old, politely asked us about our destination. During the waiting we could see and take photos of the trench made by diggers around the city and the concrete wall and barbed wire which made impossible to go from a side to the other different of the military post. In Qalandia we had to separate. We took a photo with our new friends. Rouhi gave us him mobile phone number and his address in USA, and offred himself to meet with us another day and show us Ramallah and the surrondings. We continued our trip to Jerusalem in a taxi by 40 NIS, and in 15 minutes we arrived to the gate of the Jerusalem Hotel. The hotel is a little expensive, 85$, but it worth. The rooms are very well looked after, with enormous beds, ceiling really high and a pleasant enviroment. They assigned us the 204, with view over the garden and the Old City. We were exhaustedafter a very long day, so we decided to have dinner in the restaurant of the hotel and go to bed early. Before go to sleep, we decided try to make longer the stay here at least one more day, because the friday is holiday and it is difficult to visit places.