After Jordan, I spent a week in Israel.
Jerusalem is a fascinating city crammed full of too much history for its own good.
You might think you have problems with your neighbours, but at least your disputes don’t have a 2000-year-old history.
The Western Wall is a place where people use various methods to try and talk to god.
I visited Bethlehem in the Palestinian Territory. There is a big “peace” wall dividing the Palestinian Territory from the rest of Israel. It is decorated with graffiti, peace slogans, as well as advertising for nearby restaurants.
The end times are prophesised when the Antichrist arrives in the Holy Land. I encountered not one, but two devils on the streets of Jerusalem.
I visited Masada, the Jewish mountain fortress where rather than surrender to the Romans, a group of almost 1000 Jews killed themselves. Personally I think they made a bad choice. Let yourself be killed by a bunch of zealots (in the original sense of the word) or join up with the empire famed for its pizza, orgies and The Sopranos.