Everything seemed fine! I had made it all the way to Israel in about an hour and a half! What was all the fuss about I thought? I had heard so many horror stories of problems entering Israel, and yet this seemed to be going swiftly.
I was VERY premature in my thoughts.
Once inside the Israeli immigration hall, I wasn't going to be moving for a while.
A very LONG while in fact. From the time I sat down after being asked to sit, it would be another FIVE HOURS before I got up again. So for five hours.... I sat.... and I waited for the immigration officials to complete my security check.
Thankfully, I was granted entry.
But my problems weren't over yet. After jumping into a sherut on the Israeli side, I was able to quickly reach Jerusalem. But the old city is a maze, and a tightly packed maze at that. What should have been a simple walk to the hostel became a one hour nightmare trek through side alleys and streets until finally.... finally.... I stumbled into the hostel.
I had started travelling at about 7am that morning. It was after 3pm that I reached the hostel and thankfully.... a bed.