I took a night flight, Heathrow to Tel Aviv, and arrived at 4.30 in the morning. Not much to say about it, except that before I’d even got off the plane I witnessed an incident that pretty much sums up the nature of the Israeli state.

It was a direct flight, so it was full of mostly Israelis, and one Muslim woman in a niqab, surrounded by a small football team of infants. Of course, she had to wait for everyone else to leave the plane before she could get off. Presumably escorted by meathead security guards.

I was expecting a bit of a grilling when I went through passport control, but it wasn’t too bad in the end.

I then headed towards Jerusalem and the Palm Hostel, where I will stay for a day or two while I make contact with ISM.