Qalandiya, Mon 12.8.13, Afternoon
courtesy of the generous permit policy during the Ramadan month.
15:15 The parking lot on the Palestinian side is packed. A friendly
guy offers us a spot on the sidewalk near the CP entrance, and even drives
it up there for us. The line at the turnstiles occasionally moves in, but
new people join, so that it is more or less constant at several dozen.
4 gates are open, but not the humanitarian gate, although the corwd has a
fair share of women. We timed passage for an individual at about 30
Cab drivers stand on the Palestinian side calling out for riders. They
will take them into Israel ("Tel Aviv Yafo!! Tel Aviv Yafo!") for an
admitedly (by them) inflated price of 100 NIS a passenger -- but save them
the time and humiliation of passing the Qalandia CP. Today this service
ends, as the Ramadan permits were limited in time and come to an end.
When we left, we entered a long line for passing vehicles, but it moved
along. We were held up for a while, because Canadian Gail could not
produce an Israeli ID. She offered her passport instead, and the
skeptical soldier sniffed at it, insisting he needs to see ... her