Today was quite relaxed. We heard from Khaled Abu Tomeh - a Palestinian journalist who report on Gaza and the West Bank. He talked to us about media bias against Israel in the newspapers and television, and how foreign reporters in Gaza and the West Bank require tour guides while reporting because of their safety and the language barrier. Because of this, they are often dictated where to go, and what news to report on, thus only reporting on the news that the Palestinians want them to, which makes Israel out to be the bad guy.
After the seminar, we were taken back to the Old City where we switched accommodation. We moved from our hotel to an Armenian Youth Hostel, which is located inside the Old City - Only 5 minutes from the Western Wall! This was the ONLY positive aspect of the hostel. Firstly, the place was nearly impossible to find - I don't know how we ever managed to find it. We finally get there, and try to get in - only to find that the door is locked, and nobody is answering it. With 15 of us standing outside and nowhere to go, one person starts making phone calls to try and find the phone number for the hostel. After about 5 minutes of standing there frustrated, we hear a voice from above. We look up, and there is an old lady looking out the second floor window - directly above the door. The next thing we notice is she drops a key tied to a piece of string down towards us so that we can unlock the front door. At this point we realized that our accommodations just got downgraded. This turned out to be an understatement of epic proportions. She also throws us keys to the hostel - one per each room, leaving 80% of us no way to get back inside the hostel - great. We get inside, and instantly notice that the place looks not so much like a hostel, but more like a bat cave! There were 4 or 5 of us to each room - which wasn't too big of a problem.

The next part of the bat cave tour was the washrooms. The first problem we noticed that there were only 2 washrooms for all 15 of us. - I guess that was marginally better than 1 washroom for 10 people we had in the first hostel, but nonetheless not a good situation. This next aspect of the washroom could either be convenient, or horrible, depending on your preferences. You can shit, shower and shave all at the same time, because the washroom was at best 25 square feet - not too much room to move around, yet alone even stand. Oh, did I mention no hot water. Wait - it gets worse. The sign on the back side of the washroom door reads "Please don't flush the toilet paper". Thank goodness we are only here for 24 hours!
Before Shabbat started, I had some time to walk around, and enjoy the old city. Three of us started walking, not really knowing where we were going, but it wasn't to difficult to find your way around. There are a number of recognizable places that help you keep your bearings. We walked around and started taking pictures. We had turned a corner and walked past a Birthright tour group. The groups guard stopped us and told us not to continue walking in that direction, as we would be entering the Muslim quarter of the old city. We quickly came to a consensus that we should probably take his advice, and we stopped for a photo-op, then continued our way back.
We got back to the bat cave, and got ready for Shabbat. We had a pre-shabbat concert led by a a crazy hippie Rabbi. The concert was supposed to be outside, but unfortunately it was raining. After the concert, it was time for Shabbat prayer services, where we went to pray at the Western Wall. I was soaking wet and freezing cold, but it was a great experience. We had a big meal followed by a relaxing evening spent snacking and drinking.