Our buses were not allowed into Jericho. We had to transfer to Palestinian buses and drivers to see what we saw. Can you imagine, we crossed a border with hugs and entered a third world country of desert, filth, fear and hatred. And it was in the middle of Israel???
Saw some digs for the Walls of Jericho, but it was just a pile of rocks (stupid) since the walls fell down and the city was destroyed!
Then we visited Zaccheus’ house (turned into a church, of course) and then around the corner to see the sycamore tree ( I’m a little skeptical on this). But EAGER to get back on our own buses and get away!