Once released into Jordan I rode slowly to nearby Aqaba...at one level that completed the London- Capetown-London for this bike and this rider as in 2008 I rode it from home down through Syria to Aqaba (and back).
But that’s irrelevant since I need to bring the bike back into the EU!
So I headed straight to the border near Eilat. Leaving Jordan was easy- they just cancelled my one month insurance, stamped my passport and said goodbye.
I was braced for the long security procedures for Israel
All luggage (including top box contents) has to be carried into the security building and scanned.
Then I repacked the bike and went to Customs. They asked if I had a green card for my planned 6 day visit and I told them my f@@k-witted insurers in U.K. won’t issue a green card anymore.
So I am directed to the exchange office...who spend the next 2.5-3 hours trying to get their computer to work, eventually contacting another border post to get them to issue and fax it. I doze on a nearby bench and eventually, embarassedly, they give me tea and biscuits.
I learn that
a) I cannot leave without insurance
b) they cannot print it
c) I cannot leave the motorcycle in Customs and go to nearby Eilat for the night.
All very Catch 22 and I am looking for comfortable spots to spend the night.
Then the certificate arrives and I ask the cost: ‘oh not very much it’s about 600 shekels’. Clueless and without a local SIM to check I ask what that is in Dollars? ‘Oh about $170’ . WTF

Anyway it’s clearly a form of legalised robbery as there is no competition so, with a very bad grace I emptied my wallet for them.
So I took the cherry to Customs so they could issue a temporary import permit. As they started their hunt and peck typing if the details my highway robber arrived to say there was ‘a problem with the certify’ and we were back to square zero. Seeing my face, the Israeli Customs man went to make me

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Eventually it was all resolved except the rip off price...effectively $25 a day...and I set off to Eilat rather tired and grumpy
I had no internet so had to do the old school thing of looking around for hotels.
I came upon a big one near the beach and enquired the price. It was high but they kindly gave me their WiFi ode so with Booking.com I brought it down by 20%. Then the cheery front desk manager arrived and asked me why I was only staying one night. I courteously gave him both barrels about Israeli rip off merchants!
I stretched the reality to explain I was a travel writer and would be blogging my experience (that’s you, guys).
So the kind gentleman decided to reverse my views by upgrading me (twice, I was losing track, to a magnificent suite complete with terrace with private Jacuzzi...as below
He carried the fine name of Abraham Ber Lincoln and was from an Ethiopian family now Israeli