I've written in a previous post about the fact that an Israeli stamp in your passport prevents entry to many middle eastern countries and that this results in the situation where most backpackers visit Israel last on their travels in the region.
In some ways I think it is unfortunate that most backpackers only visit Israel after exploring countries like Syria and Lebanon. I know that I arrived in Israel with more baggage than just my 20 kilo pack. Conversations with Palestinians in Jordan, NGO staffers working in refugee camps in Lebanon and Syrians with family members forced out of the Golan Heights had left me with a decidedly negative view of Israel.
Further reading on the troubled history of the region, though making me more aware of the amazingly complex interplay of factors that lead to the establishment of the Jewish state, did little to diminish the strength of my belief that the establishment of the state of Israel was a monumental mistake.
One statistic that really struck me was that under the partition of (then) Palestine, passed by the general assembly of the United Nations in 1947, 37% of the population (Jewish) were given 55% of the land - of which they only owned 7% at the time! It is also worth noting that the land awarded to the Jews in the partition consisted of the prime agricultural lands, such as the Coastal Plain and Jordan Valley, while the Palestinians had been left with the comparatively bare and hilly parts of (then) Palestine. In light of all this, it is not hard to understand why the Palestinians considered themselves to be particularly hard done by under the plan.
Like many travelers to Israel I began my explorations in the nation's historically rich and politically disputed capital, Jerusalem. The capital has three very distinct parts, each with its own unique character. The modern architecture and state of the art infrastructure make the Israeli New City (West Jerusalem) easily discernible from the stall lined streets of the predominantly Arab enclave of East Jerusalem. The real drawcard of the city though is the ancient walled Old City which contains some of the most important Christian, Jewish & Muslim sites in the world.
Wandering around the Old City in Jerusalem I was struck most by the veritable melting pot of pilgrims, representing many different religions and at least 50 different countries, local Jews and Arabs that I encountered. All of the pilgrims appeared to be excited and moved to be in a place of such profound importance to them. In addition to the locals and pilgrims, the Old City was full of non-religious travelers like myself who appeared to be excited and moved to be in a place that had been of such profound importance to so many people over thousands of years. Add into this mix a significant number of armed teenagers, in the form of the Israeli military, as well as a plethora of tacky tourist shops selling T-shirts saying "Super Jew" you start to get an inkling of the incredible diversity on show in the old city.
On my first day in the Old City I orientated myself by walking along the top of the 16th century stone ramparts from the Jaffa Gate right around to the Lion's gate. The walk really helped me in identifying the visual differences between the Old City's Jewish, Muslim, Christian and Armenian quarters. Catching glimpses of the glittering gold Dome of the Rock between rooftop gardens, church spires and satellite dishes certainly helped to build my anticipation for visiting the sacred site.
Metal detectors and bag searches are a sad necessity on the approaches to both the Western (Wailing) Wall and the Temple Mount. The last remanent of Judaism's holiest shrine, the Second Temple, the Western Wall was built 2000 years ago as a retaining wall to support the Temple Mount. The area in front of the wall now forms an open air synagogue and is split into separate sections for men and women.
On the day I visited there wasn't any wailing, pilgrims were instead engaging in intense prayer with their hands reaching out to touch the sacred wall. Some people wrote their prayers on tiny scraps of paper and tried to squeeze their missives into cracks in the wall, an act that is supposed to increase the likelihood of prayers being heard. Given that pilgrims have been partaking in this practice for at least the last 40 years, it shouldn't come as a great surprise that those who were successful in wedging their prayers into the wall had to stand on plastic chairs to achieve the feat. It seems that God favours persistence.
As I wandered amongst the cyprus trees in the stone plaza of the Temple Mount I kept oscillating between two opposing thoughts. On the one hand it was lovely to see people of all different faiths rejoicing at walking around the location that Muslims believe is where Mohammed ascended to heaven and that Jews believe is where the foundation stone of the world is located. On the other hand it is staggering to think of how many lives across millennia have been lost in conflict over a, admittedly deeply historic, small piece of land. It is difficult to imagine that God or Allah would be happy with how history has played out in the region.
In some ways I think it is unfortunate that most backpackers only visit Israel after exploring countries like Syria and Lebanon. I know that I arrived in Israel with more baggage than just my 20 kilo pack. Conversations with Palestinians in Jordan, NGO staffers working in refugee camps in Lebanon and Syrians with family members forced out of the Golan Heights had left me with a decidedly negative view of Israel.
Further reading on the troubled history of the region, though making me more aware of the amazingly complex interplay of factors that lead to the establishment of the Jewish state, did little to diminish the strength of my belief that the establishment of the state of Israel was a monumental mistake.
One statistic that really struck me was that under the partition of (then) Palestine, passed by the general assembly of the United Nations in 1947, 37% of the population (Jewish) were given 55% of the land - of which they only owned 7% at the time! It is also worth noting that the land awarded to the Jews in the partition consisted of the prime agricultural lands, such as the Coastal Plain and Jordan Valley, while the Palestinians had been left with the comparatively bare and hilly parts of (then) Palestine. In light of all this, it is not hard to understand why the Palestinians considered themselves to be particularly hard done by under the plan.
Like many travelers to Israel I began my explorations in the nation's historically rich and politically disputed capital, Jerusalem. The capital has three very distinct parts, each with its own unique character. The modern architecture and state of the art infrastructure make the Israeli New City (West Jerusalem) easily discernible from the stall lined streets of the predominantly Arab enclave of East Jerusalem. The real drawcard of the city though is the ancient walled Old City which contains some of the most important Christian, Jewish & Muslim sites in the world.
Wandering around the Old City in Jerusalem I was struck most by the veritable melting pot of pilgrims, representing many different religions and at least 50 different countries, local Jews and Arabs that I encountered. All of the pilgrims appeared to be excited and moved to be in a place of such profound importance to them. In addition to the locals and pilgrims, the Old City was full of non-religious travelers like myself who appeared to be excited and moved to be in a place that had been of such profound importance to so many people over thousands of years. Add into this mix a significant number of armed teenagers, in the form of the Israeli military, as well as a plethora of tacky tourist shops selling T-shirts saying "Super Jew" you start to get an inkling of the incredible diversity on show in the old city.
On my first day in the Old City I orientated myself by walking along the top of the 16th century stone ramparts from the Jaffa Gate right around to the Lion's gate. The walk really helped me in identifying the visual differences between the Old City's Jewish, Muslim, Christian and Armenian quarters. Catching glimpses of the glittering gold Dome of the Rock between rooftop gardens, church spires and satellite dishes certainly helped to build my anticipation for visiting the sacred site.
Metal detectors and bag searches are a sad necessity on the approaches to both the Western (Wailing) Wall and the Temple Mount. The last remanent of Judaism's holiest shrine, the Second Temple, the Western Wall was built 2000 years ago as a retaining wall to support the Temple Mount. The area in front of the wall now forms an open air synagogue and is split into separate sections for men and women.
On the day I visited there wasn't any wailing, pilgrims were instead engaging in intense prayer with their hands reaching out to touch the sacred wall. Some people wrote their prayers on tiny scraps of paper and tried to squeeze their missives into cracks in the wall, an act that is supposed to increase the likelihood of prayers being heard. Given that pilgrims have been partaking in this practice for at least the last 40 years, it shouldn't come as a great surprise that those who were successful in wedging their prayers into the wall had to stand on plastic chairs to achieve the feat. It seems that God favours persistence.
As I wandered amongst the cyprus trees in the stone plaza of the Temple Mount I kept oscillating between two opposing thoughts. On the one hand it was lovely to see people of all different faiths rejoicing at walking around the location that Muslims believe is where Mohammed ascended to heaven and that Jews believe is where the foundation stone of the world is located. On the other hand it is staggering to think of how many lives across millennia have been lost in conflict over a, admittedly deeply historic, small piece of land. It is difficult to imagine that God or Allah would be happy with how history has played out in the region.
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