We cleared immigration at the Allenby Bridge border crossing after a six-and-a-half hour wait. We piled into a minibus and drove to Jerusalem.
Along the way we drove past a lone guy walking in the desert near the road. He ran down towards the road as we approached and flagged us to stop. The driver opened the door and the guy, wide-eyed and sunburnt, asked if we could take him and his friend into town also. There was no-one else in sight and this guy was a little crazy lookin but the driver agreed. Crazy Man smiled and then wandered about this no man's land shouting in some language I couldn't understand. A few minutes later another guy with a shirt wrapped around his head came marching towards the bus from over a sandy hill in the distance. They sat in the bus and rode with us to Jerusalem in silence.
I personally think it was a good decision on their part. It can't be much fun walking fifty kilometers in the desert with no shirt on.