I admire avid travelers who can recount events, name famous places, and give a coherent travelogue on the spur of the moment. I am not one of them. Since I have never had a reliable memory, I experience travel. I might close my eyes and recall the scent of saffron and cinnamon, the lights on the mosque, the tune of a street musician—and inevitably, the cry of “One dollar, only one dollar, miss!” as a vendor shoves an armful of bracelets at me. I will not be able to tell you the name of the market or the mosque. Although the one I’m recalling at the moment is in Cairo—and I didn’t take a single photo because I was living it, not recording it. Fortunately, my husband was not so lax!
To even begin to relate all our experiences in Egypt overwhelms me. Forget ancient history. Modern Egypt alone is a fascinating experience—highways with no markings or stoplights, cars and mini-buses and pony carts dodging back and forth across eight lanes while pedestrians walk across anywhere. I about had seven heart attacks watching the organized chaos from a hotel window. Do you think I attempted to take a photo? Of course not.
I had not realized how close the pyramids are to the city, but I suppose it makes sense. The ancient people who originally settled the Mediterranean coast built their cities where their boats sailed. The rulers built their tombs within reach of the water and where they could be admired from the city. And where grave robbers could eventually empty them, but who plans ahead? My overall impression of the pyramids was sweltering heat (the temperatures had “dropped” to a little over 100F), crowds of people (not masses because tourists arrive in October, right?), and claustrophobic tunnels. But these were our first encounter with Egypt as we’d studied it, so I eagerly explored.
The camel ride is also de rigueur, it seems. Our tour company paid for it, so we gamely gave it a try. I almost broke my nose when the camel stood faster than I settled in the saddle, and I was thrown into its head. The driver was far more entertaining than the stoic camel, insisting on taking ridiculous photos we didn’t want so he could boost his tip. He chose the wrong passengers, is all I can say. We are not amused by us sitting on a camel holding rocks over our heads. And I lost my sunglasses. I will never be Amelia Peabody.
We were flown from Cairo to Luxor, apparently because there is nothing along the river to see? I would have appreciated a leisurely float rather than half a day spent in two airports where armed security guards demanded passports and luggage x-rays and body checks at least four times before the gate. A gate which was wide open to the world and camels, I might add, but who am I to question? And I didn’t dare photograph!
Once finally on our luxurious boat, we were amazed by the startling contrast of the lush Nile greenery against the stark Sahara mountains. (Not Sahara Desert, mind you—Sahara means desert) But it was still over a 100 F and the only time to sit on the beautiful deck was early morning, unless one was inclined to parboil in the pool. We took some lovely saunters at dawn and watched the full moon rise over the mountains and rather enjoyed the desert nights.
By the time the ancient Egyptians moved their capitol to Luxor, they were building temples to the gods rather than pyramids for themselves, maybe in hopes of eternity on earth since they considered themselves gods? It’s not as if the lectures sank in. My mind tends to create my own stories. Our guide attempted to explain the different types of hieroglyphs and how they changed from picture representations to actual letters, but I can’t translate Apple icons, so it was all Greek to me. <G> I admired the pretty pictures in the few temples unravaged by flood, time, sun, and infidels. Nefertari’s in particular was utterly spectacular. I’m amazed at how well the colors stood the test of time.
My strongest impression here is the way the various religions “borrowed” their origin tales from each other. If one was a scholar, which I obviously am not, it might be possible to merge the Greco-Roman myths with the Egyptian gods and how they ultimately influenced the Hebrew religions that led to the birth of the Christian tales.
But it’s the people who interest me. I’m more into cultural/social studies than ancient history, I fear. So I loved wandering the markets and mud villages, riding in the pony carriages, watching the donkey carts, and visiting the Nubian village above the Aswan dam. Building the dam displaced what few of the ethnic Nubian villages remained in southern Egypt and northern Sudan, just as Americans pushed out native tribes in the West and the Brits drove out native Indians. The dam was, at least, essential to control Nile floods, although I’m not getting into the problems now with climate change.
Our tour company sponsors a school in one of the villages, so they welcomed us into their homes, and that was one of the more vivid experiences of our trip for me. The house we visited had a huge open air courtyard surrounded by several stories of rooms. One of the most important chambers featured the grandmother’s “wedding china,” baskets and tin mugs made from beer cans and a vast array of antiques from a different century and a culture long lost.
And apropos of nothing, the 4th the book in my Psychic Solutions Mysteries series, The Rainbow Recipe, released yesterday. Hope you had a chance to take a look at it! Maybe my next historical can contain a taste of Egypt. . .
Ooooh, TRAVEL! You may not be Amelia Peabody, but you do look adequately dashing. *G* It's been a very long time since I visited Egypt, and it sounds as if it's become over more complex and overpowering to the senses. But cliche though it might be, you and The IT Guy look very good on those camels!
Posted by: Mary Jo Putney | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 07:30 AM
It's easy to look dashing on a camel--as one is not falling off!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 09:05 AM
Recently I realized that there are many of us who are familiar with Amelia Peabody. She was my idol. If I ever grew up she was who I wanted to be.
I don't know whether you were riding a camel as well as Amelia would have done. But, I believe that if you remained vertical, did not land under the camel and can still smile about the event, you are a hero.
Thanks for the tour of Egypt. And thanks for the pictures - no matter who took them.
Hope everyone is well.
Posted by: Annette N | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 09:35 AM
I am so envious! That is one of my dream trips. What tour company did you use?
Posted by: Pat Dupuy | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 09:37 AM
I find that it's always the little things that stick in your mind, and travel misadventures make for better stories and than if everything had gone smoothly.
Cairo sure sounds like a lively place, I'd love to visit.
Posted by: Karin | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 09:50 AM
Thanks for sharing your adventures, Pat; it sounds like a memorable trip. I liked the pictures, too, so thank you to your husband.
Posted by: Kareni | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 10:55 AM
I almost didn't manage upright but hung on tight! One has to accept all events as entertainment.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 11:44 AM
We used Viking. They have fabulous tour guides and not having to change hotels every night is a plus.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM
you really need a guide in Cairo. It is fascinating but wow... Overwhelming.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM
I shall tell him, thank you!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM
RAINBOW RECIPE is on the top of a to-be-read pile. Most of you Wenches are on my automatic buy list. I am enjoying the series so far and looking forward to reading it.
Amazon became my best friend during COVID. I could not have survived without being able to order books.
Posted by: Beverly Abney | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 12:27 PM
Oh, Bev, Covid! How did you manage to catch that? So glad you're good and still reading...
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 02:12 PM
Pat, thank you so much for this -- I've always wanted to go to Egypt and never made it there so it's great to travel vicariously. You look like you had a wonderful time, camels aside.
Posted by: Christine Wells Wells | Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 08:57 PM
It truly was a trip we'd dreamed about forever. We are just grateful we were able to do it!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, September 29, 2022 at 06:24 AM
Thanks for the insights and photos! I, too, adore Amelia Peabody and am reading one of her novels right now. Must see Egypt!!
Posted by: Sara Stamey | Thursday, September 29, 2022 at 12:40 PM
you definitely need to see Egypt!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, September 29, 2022 at 01:51 PM
I got to go to Egypt right before covid hit the U.S. And it was Amelia Peabody who started my dream of going all those years ago. :) I loved it! In my opinion, the pyramids aren't even the best part. They are like the cherry on top. There are so many amazing things to see, both ancient and modern.
Posted by: Misti | Friday, September 30, 2022 at 09:56 AM
That's an excellent way of stating it! The pyramids are the dream that draw us in, but there is so very much more to see and enjoy!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Friday, September 30, 2022 at 11:16 AM