As I mentioned, we booked through a
local company, and we had customized several parts of the trip. That
original itinerary, however, meant that our first planned day in Egypt
would be a whirlwind of activity to try and see all of Cairo in a day.
With our now day-early arrival, we were able to adjust and add a few
things, but it also meant that our first few days would be far less
exhausting than originally planned. I was incredibly impressed with our
tour company, in general, and our tour director in particular, as he
was seemingly always on-line and available. It was past midnight in
Egypt when we finalized our revised itinerary, which had us arriving a
day early. I wrote Mohamed and within minutes he wrote back that all
the arrangements had been made. During our layover in Munich, we
e-mailed him asking for suggestions on how to adjust our schedule to
accommodate the extra time, and by the time we landed in Cairo, an
entirely updated itinerary was sitting in our inbox.
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| Our hotel in Cairo |
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| Our Approximate Itinerary |
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| View from our Room in the Morning |
We
all got varying degrees of sleep during the preceding night. When K,
Anna, and I arrived in the lobby at 9:00am to meet our tour director and
local tour guide, Barbara and Charlotte were nowhere to be found. Anna
texted Charlotte, and I immediately got a text from Barbara saying
there had been a problem with the time and that they'd be right down.
There is a one-hour time difference between Germany and Egypt, and for
some reason neither Barbara nor Charlotte's iphones had synced to the
new time, so they thought they had an extra hour. It was no problem,
but highlighted an interesting quirk of the iphone. Our local guide for
the next two days was a Coptic Christian named Josef, and our driver
was -- believe it or not -- Steve. We had the same 15-passenger van as
the night before, so there was plenty of room for everyone. From the
moment we met Josef, we knew that we would enjoy him. He was a
certified Egyptologist, with more than 20 years experience as a guide.
He was simply wonderful.
As expected, the weather was bright,
sunny, and warm (if not hot). Egypt would go through an unseasonably
hot spell during our visit, with temperatures about 20 degrees above
normal on some days, but was not really noticeable until we reached
Upper (southern) Egypt later in the trip. We started with a drive down
to the ancient Egyptian capital of Memphis, and on the way Josef gave us
an Egypt-101 primer on many things we'd be seeing during the course of
our trip. The drive down to Memphis was along a highway in various
stages of decay, and we immediately began to see the poverty in which
many Egyptians live and, most striking to me, the extreme pollution
throughout the country. There was trash, literally, everywhere, along
with countless feral cats and dogs just roaming through the trash heaps.
I know it was an eye-opening experience for both Anna and Charlotte.
I'm glad both girls had an opportunity to see it firsthand.
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| Our Van |
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| That's A Lot of Garlic |
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| Along the Road to Memphis |
The
site at Memphis is not very large, but we got our first glimpse at some
genuine ruins and it helped ease us all into the Egypt tour experience.
We had our first encounters with overly pushy salesmen hawking every
imaginable touristy tricket. Their stalls were overflowing with every
conceivable Egyptian tchokske. Barbara and I were already familiar with
the incredibly pushy and forward salesmen, but K, Charlotte and Anna
all had to learn to deal with their extreme tactics. The best course of
action is to simply ignore them, no matter what they say to you and or
how nice they seem, but that also goes against our nature as Americans.
They would immediately descend on tourists and hawk some tourist crap,
and if that didn't work, they'd ask "from where you are?," and if you
responded, they would tell you why they love whatever country you are
from, and then again seek to lure you in. They would bark prices at you
and were, simply put, relentless. They are the biggest drawback to any
visit to Egypt, and it is especially sad that I don't think they
realize that they hurt themselves more than help. As we would see and
hear throughout the trip, competition is fierce for any sales, and
tourism has yet to even approach pre-revolution levels, so people are
desperate to get any money out of tourists. It was truly sad in many
instances, and for many items we bought, we stopped haggling -- even
though we could have done better -- simply because we realized they
needed the extra few dollars more than we did.
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| Our guide, Josef |
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| Memphis |

From
Memphis we drove out into the desert, to the town of Saqqara, with it's
famous "step pyramids," which were the ancient Egyptians' first
attempts at building pyramids as tombs for deceased pharaohs. We drove
through a very large and lush forest of palm trees which then abruptly
ended at the edge of the desert, beyond which there was only sand.
There were security check points at all of the tourist sites we visited
on the trip, all as part of an obvious effort to telegraph extreme
measures the government is taking to keep tourists safe -- or to at
least put on the biggest appearance of doing so. We would routinely
pass through one or two checkpoints, manned by armed soldiers or
policemen, who would check the driver's papers and then ask about the
van occupants. Soldiers were also stationed at obvious points around
the perimeters of most sites. How effective they might be, however,
during an attack remains an open question. We laughed somewhat, too, as
at the entrance to every site, would have to either have our bags
physically inspected or put them through an x-ray machine, while we'd
walk through metal detectors. Those inspections, however, at least for
foreigners, were simply jokes. We would set off the metal detectors
everytime, but were never checked, and more often than not, no one was
even looking at the screens of the x-ray machines. While I'd like to
think that they were profiling, and that "locals" would get far more
scrutiny, I more convinced that all of the security was more for
appearance sake than effectiveness. I'm not sure who they were trying
to fool, however, as it would be obvious to any foreigner that the
inspections were a joke.
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| Security Checkpoint |
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| Saqqara |
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| Saqqara |
Saqqara
was very interesting to see, and as would be the case at most sites we
visited during the week, there were no crowds of tourists. At many
places, we would often find ourselves as the only visitors.
I
remember from my trip way back in high school that our tour included
stops at "factories" making rugs, papyrus, alabaster figurines, and
perfume. Well, this is obviously part of ANY itinerary to Egypt and
times certainly haven't changed, as we ended up hitting everyone one of
these places during our trip. The first stop was a carpet factory,
ostensibly funded in part with USAID money to teach young children how
to make hand-made rugs. As touristy as it was, it was interesting, too,
and of course had a chance to visit the showroom and have an obligatory
beverage -- usually we were offered tea, coffee, Pepsi, water, or
hibiscus juice. The rugs were very, very nice, and while we had no
intention of doing so, we ended up spending more than I would have liked
on a rug, which is being shipped to us. In fact, it arrived the day
after we returned.
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| Our Purchase |
From
here we drove back toward Giza, and made one final shopping visit to a
papyrus "factory" where we witnessed a demonstration of how the paper is
made. Most all of us had a chance to have a go at making papyrus. It
was fun; we drank more tea and shopped, but no one made any purchases.
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| Making Papyrus |
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| View From Lunch |
Next
stop was lunch, at a very nice Arabic restaurant directly across from
the Sphinx and pyramids. Our table sat at the window overlooking the
Giza plateau, which was quite something. After sitting for lunch, we
all were a little tired, but we rallied and then headed over to visit
the pyramid complex, which includes nine pyramids in all. Our guide and
driver were able to get themselves onto the complex, which thankfully
meant a lot less walking for us. We visited the three main (biggest)
pyramids -- the father's, son's, and grandson's -- and then drove to the
highest point, where we all boarded camels and rode a short ways into
the desert for some awe-inspiring views. The air was quite hazy, and
how hazy was even more apparent when we returned a week later, under
better conditions, and when we realized how much further we could see
without so much dust and sand in the air.










We
were spent after all of this, yet somehow we agreed to make a stop at a
jewelry shop, where several of the ladies purchased cartouches, which
are Egyptian necklaces with your name written in hieroglyphics.
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| Inside the Jewelry Shop |
By
the time we were done here, we were all very, very tired, and we all
felt dirty. We returned to the hotel for a couple hours to recharge and
clean up, before heading back to the pyramids for the sound-and-light
show. I vaguely remember the show from my high-school trip. While it
certainly has been upgraded to a degree, it still came across as a
little touristy, and all of the dust in the air meant that many of the
cool light effects were not clearly visible. In addition, the wind had
picked up, which not only exacerbated the dust, but which also meant
that most of us were quite cold. In the end, everyone save myself and
Barbara retreated behind some clear plastic sheeting in a neighboring
restaurant to shield themselves from the wind.
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| Sound-and-Light Show |
We
returned to the hotel around 8:00pm, and went to one of the restaurants
for some local food. During our very good and protracted dinner, we
also had the opportunity to take in a belly dancing show, which was
quite something. After we ate and watched the show, we all ordered
"hubbly-bubbly", or "shisha" water pipes with flavored tobaccos, and had
a grand time. It was quite late when we all dragged ourselves up to a
our rooms, but it was a truly memorable day.
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| Smoking Shisha |
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| Are They Real? |
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