The flight in was long, uncomfortable and not much to write home about regarding the food. It seemed the slight uncomfortable situation was a payment for what we were about to experiance on our trip, a fee we were all glad to pay. A few hours later, we set foot in Israel. We gathered all our bags, passed customs and were on our way to Jerusalem.
We found ourselves a taxi driver who was a true Israeli, he was rough on the outside but a really nice guy, and a bit of a crazy driver. We arrived safely at the hotel just in time to go grab a nice dinner down the street at the old train station. The area had been converted into a bunch of shops and restaurants. We later learned the importance of the train station as it was a central hub connecting much of the Middle East, Africa and Europe.
