March 15
by Adam | Saturday 4 November 2006
A drive through the West Bank on the ides of March was less eventful than my thrill-seeking mind had subversively hoped for.
A tire burned outside Jericho in protest of an Israeli raid that followed a Palestinian attack on Red Cross workers at the British Council.
We saw into Jordan where the adobe-shaped rock bluffs scissored shine and shade across the Jordanian River bank. The desert was biblically barren and a few acacias specked into distant silhouettes from the highway.
The road seemed promising from the mix of green and gold-colored license plates and the careening silence of the flagposts.