This place is such a farce. Fortunately I have a good long book with me.
Erez is the pedestrian crossing into Gaza. It was revamped a year or two ago so now consists of a very modern, spacious 'terminal' building. But it's almost deserted at 9am as usual. Hardly anyone gets to cross.
It takes an hour for the 11 people in our party to have their passports processed by the Israelis. One of our number gets sent back, then is allowed in. The whole process is deliberately arbitrary and intimidating. Or maybe the Israelis are hopelessly inefficient.
Then it's through the turnstiles and down the passageways and into Gaza, where we are met by guys anxious to carry bags (it's work) for the 600 metres past the bombed factories to the UN cars.