The other day I had to take a day trip to Gaza. So I thought I would post an alternative trip report to Gaza. I’m afraid I do not have many photos as you are not allowed to take photos anywhere near the Erez crossing point into Gaza, so I hope my written skills are good enough to get across what it is like.
So at about 8.30am I pull into the car park at Erez and walk to the little checkpoint outside the terminal. Here you walk through a metal detector and go up to a little booth where they check that you have clearance to cross Erez. You have to get two types of clearance from the Israel Defence Force (IDF). Firstly at least two Ieks before you go you have to get security clearance, this lasts for 6 months but is normally only for a single entry. Then at least 48hrs before going you have to tell the IDF the exact date and time you intend to cross. I guess it is like getting a visa but is rather unusual as it is the country you are leaving issuing it rather than the one you are going to.
The Terminal Building at Erez
Once past this initial check I proceed towards the terminal building. Outside the terminal there are 4 or 5 heavily armed members of the Israeli security forces. They are all dressed in rather scruffy civilian clothes and of course wearing shades. They are also all extremely trigger happy with their fingers constantly on the trigger. The terminal was designed to cope with 10,000 people a day, at the moment there are more like 10 people a day crossing so it was totally deserted. I walk up to one of the passport control desks and hand over my passport. I then have to sit down whilst they take away my passport. Sometimes it can be over an hour before they come back but today I am lucky and they are back in about 10 minutes and I am called up to passport control. They ask why I am going to Gaza, who I work for etc. Then spend ages typing stuff into their computers and stamping bits of paper. Finally I get my passport back and with a final “have a nice day” from the officer I am on my way. I follow the signs saying ‘to Gaza’ and having gone through a turn style I walk down to the wall which separates Israel from Gaza. At Erez they have build some solid metal doors into the wall so you can get through. The doors are of course kept shut so I have to wait. Luckily it is only a couple of minutes before one of the doors slides open as if by magic and I enter Gaza. However I still have a long way to go before I am in Gaza proper.
There is short path fenced in on both sides that leads down to what is referred to as the tunnel. Although in reality it is two 8 metre high concrete walls with a tarpaulin over the top. The tunnel just takes you away from the border so that when you get out the end if you decide to double back and head towards the border wall the Israeli’s have time to take action to stop you. I enter the tunnel and there is another gate again closed. I have to wait for about 5 minutes for the Israeli control centre to open it. It is then a 200m walk to the end of the tunnel and I get my first sight of Gaza proper. Which has to be said is grim; the Israeli’s have cleared a 500 metre stretch on the other side. So it is now just a wasteland with demolished houses to one side and churned up farm land on the other. Cars are not allowed here so I have to walk across to where hopefully my driver will be waiting for me.
What is left of Khamsa Khamsa village
I get to Khamsa Khamsa which is the Palestinian side of the crossing and there is no sign of our car. I call our staff and ask where they are to find they are only just leaving the office. I have to say I am not impressed by this, not only is it a waste of time but as you will see later in the report this is not the safest place on the earth to be hanging around Finally he shows up and I am off into the Gaza strip.
So at about 8.30am I pull into the car park at Erez and walk to the little checkpoint outside the terminal. Here you walk through a metal detector and go up to a little booth where they check that you have clearance to cross Erez. You have to get two types of clearance from the Israel Defence Force (IDF). Firstly at least two Ieks before you go you have to get security clearance, this lasts for 6 months but is normally only for a single entry. Then at least 48hrs before going you have to tell the IDF the exact date and time you intend to cross. I guess it is like getting a visa but is rather unusual as it is the country you are leaving issuing it rather than the one you are going to.
The Terminal Building at Erez
Once past this initial check I proceed towards the terminal building. Outside the terminal there are 4 or 5 heavily armed members of the Israeli security forces. They are all dressed in rather scruffy civilian clothes and of course wearing shades. They are also all extremely trigger happy with their fingers constantly on the trigger. The terminal was designed to cope with 10,000 people a day, at the moment there are more like 10 people a day crossing so it was totally deserted. I walk up to one of the passport control desks and hand over my passport. I then have to sit down whilst they take away my passport. Sometimes it can be over an hour before they come back but today I am lucky and they are back in about 10 minutes and I am called up to passport control. They ask why I am going to Gaza, who I work for etc. Then spend ages typing stuff into their computers and stamping bits of paper. Finally I get my passport back and with a final “have a nice day” from the officer I am on my way. I follow the signs saying ‘to Gaza’ and having gone through a turn style I walk down to the wall which separates Israel from Gaza. At Erez they have build some solid metal doors into the wall so you can get through. The doors are of course kept shut so I have to wait. Luckily it is only a couple of minutes before one of the doors slides open as if by magic and I enter Gaza. However I still have a long way to go before I am in Gaza proper.
There is short path fenced in on both sides that leads down to what is referred to as the tunnel. Although in reality it is two 8 metre high concrete walls with a tarpaulin over the top. The tunnel just takes you away from the border so that when you get out the end if you decide to double back and head towards the border wall the Israeli’s have time to take action to stop you. I enter the tunnel and there is another gate again closed. I have to wait for about 5 minutes for the Israeli control centre to open it. It is then a 200m walk to the end of the tunnel and I get my first sight of Gaza proper. Which has to be said is grim; the Israeli’s have cleared a 500 metre stretch on the other side. So it is now just a wasteland with demolished houses to one side and churned up farm land on the other. Cars are not allowed here so I have to walk across to where hopefully my driver will be waiting for me.
What is left of Khamsa Khamsa village
I get to Khamsa Khamsa which is the Palestinian side of the crossing and there is no sign of our car. I call our staff and ask where they are to find they are only just leaving the office. I have to say I am not impressed by this, not only is it a waste of time but as you will see later in the report this is not the safest place on the earth to be hanging around Finally he shows up and I am off into the Gaza strip.
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