I wanted to visit Jericho because it would take me away from the cold rain in the mountains of Jerusalem and Ramallah and back towards the lovely warmth I had experienced around the Dead Sea.
Despite the two cities being less than 40 km apart, getting to Jericho from Jerusalem on public transport is a bit of a hassle: The Egged buses don’t go to the city. They only pass in a few kilometers distance along Routes 1 and 90. The Arab buses also don’t go directly from Jerusalem to Jericho; the quickest and most budget-friendly way is to change buses in Ramallah.
Since buses in Palestine don’t run on a regular schedule, I went for the less stressful option of staying in Ramallah and going to Jericho on a day trip. This was convenient but as I realized, not enough time to take everything the city has to offer in.
The main bus terminal in Ramallah is only a few steps from my hostel, the Area D. Helpful guys at the station point me towards the bus to Jericho. I get in, and we wait for another 10 minutes for the bus to fill up.
We leave Ramallah behind and race through lands that are empty apart from some Bedouin camps here and there until we finally descend into the valley that’s also home to the Dead Sea.
After one hour, the bus drops its passengers in downtown Jericho, at a big round-about with the tourist information and a small park in the middle.
The city feels completely different from everything I’ve seen in Israel and Palestine so far. It feels very relaxed. It also feels old. The houses in downtown are rarely higher than two floors. The road is wide. There is traffic. But nobody seems hectic.
The weather helps the serene atmosphere: With the sun shining temperatures reach a comfortable 20°C — enough to strip down to my t-shirt, not too hot and nowhere near the freezing temperatures in the West of the West Bank.
I cross the main square, pick up a tourist map from a guy that also seems to be the gardener for the park, and sit down in a side street to enjoy a coffee while I study my map. As main sights to see I identify:
I decide to walk in a loop, starting by exploring first more of residential Jericho while moving towards Tel As-Sultan.
The roads are dusty. Some kids are playing on the empty lots between big houses with high walls. Eventually, I have to change onto the main road in and out of town so not to get lost in smaller streets that Google Maps doesn’t know.
At Tel As-Sultan, a big shiny building with space for restaurants, hotels, and shops sits almost empty. The clerk at the shiny cable car up into the Mount of Temptation and to St George looks bored. I get my NIS10 ticket for the historic site and follow the arrows.
To be honest, it’s hard to see much more than a sand hill, where here and there some of the dirt has been scraped away to reveal walls of what used to be a watchtower or a residential house or the city wall. If you’re looking for impressive, this is not the place to go. The markers for the visitor path are old and flaking away, some of the ropes used to keep people off the digging sites have snapped and lie powerless in the dirt.
Only the idea of standing on grounds, which already more than 11,000 years ago enough people had chosen as their home to call it a city — not a homestead, not a palace, not a village, but a city — makes Tel As-Sultan impressive.
And the spring outside by the parking lot: Ein As-Sultan aka Elisha’s Fountain aka the Eliseus Spring has been providing water to the lowest city in the world (250 m below sea level) and a flourishing agriculture for as long as they existed. According to the Bible, St Eliseus threw salt into the water that had previously been undrinkable and said: “Thus says the LORD, I have purified these waters; there shall not be from there death or unfruitfulness any longer.” While I am not a Christian, I find it fascinating to stroll through all these sights that were put into the big book almost 2,000 years ago.
Instead of shelling out NIS60 for the cable car — which holds the Guinness World Record as the longest cable car below sea level — I opt for a foot-powered climb. The path is not marked. So I get lost a few times. But the locals are helpful, pointing me in the right direction, inviting me in for some coffee. I decline politely and press one.
Eventually, I reach the height of the upper cable car station and St George Monastery. I am sweating like crazy.
But the view makes the exertion well worthwhile. Below me, green fields, these days mostly of bananas and date palms, are stretching far, and in the distance, I can imagine seeing the Dead Sea.
Inside the monastery, a path leads between the monks’ dwellings and the sheer rock that rises for another 50m or so onto Qelt. The path is airy, yet protected from any weather.
My first stop is a small cave. I do as the people just leaving the spot and climb inside. It’s not much bigger than three cubic meters, not allowing me to stand upright. It’s moist and warm. The floor is tiled. Little nooks are filled with pictures of Saints, money, and letters.
I sit on the floor and take it all in.
After a few minutes, a monk pops his head in through the narrow opening. I leave him my place and continue to follow the path.
In a chapel — Or a small church? What is the difference? — I hear a choir of women singing in a Slavic language. This is a Greek Orthodox Monastery, but the ladies with the black head scarves could be Armenian or Serbian or Russian Orthodox,…
I listen to them for a while until they notice me and I get embarrassed.
I head back to the entrance. The guard asks me what I was doing here. He suggests asking at the Catholic Church in town for free shelter if I wanted to stay the night. I am tempted but ultimately decide against it.
Instead, I treat myself to a latte macchiato at the restaurant next to the cable car station. The view alone makes the beverage 5x as expensive as the Arab coffee I had hours earlier in town. Below me, monks are heading down the mountain one by one.
It’s already afternoon. So I decide to skip visiting the palaces, both of which would be a few kilometers in the opposite direction of the bus station, and head back downtown.
On the way, I discover a sign for ruins of a Roman horse track. The site is also marked on my map. I decide to follow the sign.
After 10 minutes, I reach the marked spot: I see a hill of compacted dirt. I climb up and around, looking out for the ruins.
I find nothing; just a few kids that beg me for money: “Give me one dollar!”
I decline, smiling. They eventually realize it’s not going to happen and bugger off. A moment later, one of the children returns and motions for me to take his picture. First I decline, but he insists. So I let him pose and take a photo. While he is delighted just to see himself on the small screen of my camera — he’s giving me the thumbs up — his friends are prompted to return and ask for money again.
Time to go.
My last stop on the way back is the Sycamore Tree. It’s a massive old tree in a bit of park right by the side of the main road. Bystanders are eager to explain the significance of the tree to me. I smile and move on, back to the bus stop, back to cold and rainy Ramallah.
Very cool. Jericho seems like a neat place so thank you for puttingit on my radar.
I hope I’ll get to see this city one day!
Honestly, I never really thought about going to the Middle East, but I also never really read about traveling there (not that many people are going there!). But your blogpost made me curious and Jericho looks like such an interesting place to go to! I will definitely read some more on your blog.
Your day trip sounds like the perfect adventure. I’ve never been to the Middle East but your guide on how to get to Jericho is very helpful if I ever make it there.
So cool! What an amazing experience. This is a part of the world I have yet to explore and you definitely make me want to go. Thanks for sharing!
I am a Christian so it’s great to see these photos of Jericho and relate it to bible stories. I love how you tell your stories, makes me feel like I am actually there! Well done.
How was it traveling by yourself through Israel and Palestine? I think you are very brave for going alone.
Jericho seems like a place worth a visit. In crazy heat I will probably consider taking the cable car up and maybe walking back down instead, haha. Thank you for the detailed travel description as well!
I did a study abroad in Jerusalem – this takes me back – 30 years back (ouch). I’m excited to have found your blog and articles about Israel! I want to take my husband there to see this amazing country!
Another city I’ve always wanted to see in the Middle East. The amount of history and stories behind all these still amaze me. I wish I could go soon!
I’m fascinated by the ancient history and old towns in Israel and the middle east in general. Your hike to the monastery sounds tiring but very rewarding! Thanks for the pictures and showing us a place that not many write about. I’d really like to visit here someday!
What a beautiful ancient place. There’s a quiet in ancient places that I truly love. Arab coffee is also amazing.