doesn't want me and now doesn't want me to leave... kind of... sort of.
I initially had no problems getting in, heading to the West Bank, or
getting back into Israel. After visiting Jordan, things got more
interesting.
Coming back from Jordan I was held up for 20 minutes as they checked
my documents. No questions, and allegedly "no problem."
Leaving Tel Aviv's airport was a bit more complicated. At the passport
check before getting to check in, I was passed along to a more senior
guy who asked me about by travels to Jordan, Egypt, and Morocco,
checking the dates on my passport as he listened. He also asked why I
went, who I traveled with, and whether they were traveling with me or
in the airport.
Afterwards, he directed me to a specific x-ray machine, which then led
to an inspection which as basically if j had a camera in one bag and
why I decided to buy the one guide book that I had ("Jerusalem and the
Holy Land" by Eyewitness Guides from amazon, if you are curious) as
well as why and from where. That was it. Odd.
After checking in, I got to go through the second security checkpoint.
Once again, I got the special treatment - lane no. 1. The lane wasn't
open, but they were happy to open it just for me, x-ray my stuff, and
then ask me to unpack most of it so they could check for explosives.
None found.
I am finally through all of this and waiting at the gate. I wonder how
much of this PMA had to endure with his new passport...
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