Day 6
Today we set off early again and drove briefly to the foot of the Mount of Olives which is just outside the old city walls. I was disappointed to see that like many urban areas there was a certain degree of fly tipping. But we were bound for the Church of the Agony in the Garden of Gethsemene . Again the church was relatively modern, with amethyst used in the stained glass windows to represent Jesus' suffering. There was a rock, worn smooth of course by the hands of many pilgrims, in front of the altar and it was a bit of a scrum to get to the front to see it.
The Church of the Agony
The altar and the rocky place where Jesus sat and prayed in the Garden of Gethsemene before his arrest.
Outside the church there is a small closed garden with olive trees planted by Popes and other dignitaries. Opposite and below the old city wall were three layers of graves in the Kidron Valley, Muslim at the top, Christian in the middle and a great swathe of Jewish graves stretching right up the Kidron Valley. (Apparently they will have run out of land to bury people by 2050 in Jerusalem.). The gate in this wall was always kept closed as it was believed that the Messiah would enter Jerusalem by this gate, resurrecting the dead as he went. However, this is the gate where the priests sacrificed a goat once a year and threw it over the wall into the Kidron. The goat took on the sins of the people which were then washed away. The word scape goat comes from this act though I can't remember what the scape bit means.
The Olive Garden at Gethsemene
The cemetery opposite Gethsemane
We drove round the walls to the Jaffa Gate which was and is the main entrance into the old city. It has 2 arches at right angles to prevent the gate being stormed by invaders on horseback as horses cannot do 90 degree turns at speed. Oddly there is now a larger opening next to the gate to allow in traffic though delivery vehicles and rubbish trucks are like small tractors to get through the narrow streets.
Jaffa Gate
You step into a paved square with David' s Tower overlooking the walls. It seems it had nothing to do with David but was a lookout post. It houses a museum now.
King David's Tower
The long cobbled roads are also relatively new though there are some Roman paved areas visible but certainly it is not the bedrock that would have been there in Biblical times. That apparently is several metres lower. As it was Sabbath, there were no Jewish shops open but the Muslim owned shops continued their trade. Sadly it is like most tourist areas, full of souvenir shops but if you venture further in, you reach the shops used by locals. Our guide said that these shops had probably been the same shops handed down through the family for centuries even possibly since Roman times. Haggling is still compulsory but I have to say even when we didn't buy anything or even show much interest, the shop keepers were on the whole very friendly and welcoming.
Typical streets in the Muslim quarter, cobbled, narrow, steep and slippery.
We walked down the hill to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. This again is a Greek Orthodox Church run by some very scary priests who resembled Rasputin. As you enter from a small plaza you see immediately the slab of stone where Jesus' body was laid when he was brought down from the cross. It was washed and anointed, wrapped in a cloth and placed into a cave. People were kneeling all around it and laying on their hands, foreheads, their babies and candles and icons.
The plaza outside the Church of the Holy Sepulchre
The stone slab where the body of Jesus was washed.
In the centre of the church,there is a small, circular, pointed building with a beautifully decorated entrance. There was a small queue winding round but it only took, 20 minutes or so to reach the entrance. Our guide was amazed by this. She said at Easter and Christmas pilgrims wait 6 or 7 hours to visit the cave. You enter by crouching fairly low but this is only the outer part and only 2 orr 3 people can proceed into the cave itself. It is very small with just a small rock shelf where the body was placed and you can touch it but not take photographs. It was hugely emotional. Rasputin clapped his hands which meant your time (10 to 15 seconds) was up and you had to crouch your way out again.
The decoration outside the Sepulchre
I thought that Calvary would be some distance away but I saw another queue climbing some stairs near the slab. I duly joined the queue and shuffled my way towards another hugely ornate altar with a large rock area underneath. As I got closer I could see that people were disappearing one at a time into a small arch under the altar and there was a circular brass plate with a hole in the middle. It was Calvary and the place where the cross was erected. The other name for Calvary is Golgotha, the place of the skull because the rocky outcrop was in the shape of a skull, and so it was. So the Hill of Calvary was actually overlooking the burial cave. It seems the Romans chose this site for crucifixions as it was handy for the families to retrieve and bury the bodies and saved them the bother.
The altar over the site of the cross. A nun is just about to do her crouch.
We had lunch at a roof top restaurant with great views of the Golden Dome shrine which was built
on the site of the Temple and the El Ax Mosque where there had been trouble the previous few nights.
A devout nun reading a religious tract. Oh no sorry, it's Carol with a guide book
Trying out the local cakes
After lunch we traced the steps of Jesus along the Via Dolorosa although we did it in reverse ie downhill out of respect for our old legs. Jesus was tried in the Antonian Palace by Pontius Pilate and from there taken to be crucified down a short hill to the Via Dolorosa. From there, he carried the cross uphill all the way to Calvary. It's a long walk. We passed the stations of the cross which are marked with a sign on the walls and usually a shrine has been built into the wall. At one station there is a stone in the wall which has been dramatically worn down by people putting their hands on to it. It is said to be the place where Jesus stumbled for the second time and put his hand against the wall while Simon of Cyrene took the cross from him.
The Via Dolosa, the route taken by Jesus, carrying the cross to his crucifixion, filled with the usual tourist tat.
The 5th station of the cross
We reached the Western Wall which is now at the far end of a wide plaza. During the war it was bombed and all the houses destroyed near the wall. The wall is divided into 2 areas. The larger is for the men, the smaller for the women although the women make up a larger part of the worshippers. Because it was Sabbath, we could not take photos but we could touch the wall and pray and place messages in cracks if we wanted to. The wall is the nearest place open to Jews to the site of the old Temple, destroyed centuries ago and replaced with a Muslim shrine. The politics of this place is so difficult to understand and explain. The world community would say that Jerusalem is in Palestinian Territory, yet you have to walk through Israeli border control and have your bag searched. There is constant friction in this West Bank area with the Palestinians angry and resentful that their holiest place, the Mosque El Ax is bounded by the Western Wall. I found it hard to follow all the arguments and can quite understand why the conflict is so difficult to resolve.
The Israeli checkpoint. Men and women have to go in the Western Wall area, aka the Wailing Wall, separately.
A word about the Ultra Orthodox Jews. On the Sabbath we saw many orthodox and ultra Orthodox Jews walking to the synagogues. The ultra orthodox men wear black long coats, sometime black and white striped, with a kind of top hat or a big fur hat like a snare drum. They always wore a hat as they needed to cover their heads so God would not see their impure thoughts. Apparently, the Jews in Russia were ordered to wear a fox's tail to humiliate them but they turned this around by wearing a fox fur hat as a badge of pride. They cannot wear open toed shoes as the sight of the cleft between their toes may remind them of a woman's private area and inflame them. They do not shave as per God's commandment and they grow the hair on the sideburn and curl It because they must not put scissors or a razor near the temple which is very close to the brain. They have 613 strings hanging from a vest under their shirt representing the commandments of God for men. The Hasidic Jews tuck their trousers into their socks because they like to dance joyfully and don't want to show their legs accidentally. We saw a Hasidic Jew busking on an electric violin out side the Jaffa Gate.
An ultra orthodox family on Shabat.
Married women must dress soberly in dark colours without any pattern. They could never wear the colour red as it was associated with being a whore. Married women also had to cover their hair, as it was thought that men might think of other areas of the female body with hair and get rampant.
Well that was our tour today and Sabbath will be ending at sunset so we may go out to celebrate it being Saturday night. In the event we go down the road to the American Colony Hotel. Great bar and ambiance. Sadly we spend over £100 on cocktails for 4. Well it is Saturday night!
Saturday night cocktails. Don't know why Sandra has a white blob on her face. Maybe it was a spirit warning us of the extortionate bill to come.