In the early evening I was up at Pharaohs Hotel (near the ticket office). A hoopoe is roosting in a dom palm there, but it was too dark for a decent picture. The license at this hotel is one of the oldest on the West Bank, and predates many reforms and clampdowns. Refat (the owner) believes that he has a tourist license, but he will no longer serve locals. As most of the other hoteliers have been going to him for advice this week he may well be o.k.
Even my right hip and knee and my left ankle, which have been complaining all year, relented today. I think that a steroid tablet I have been taking for my chest infection may be targetting the wrong places, but I am not going to complain. I will ask the GP when I get home!