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Upper Egypt Trip - Part Five - Nile Compound and Hatshepsut Temple

The Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut near the ancient city of Thebes in Egypt.

The next few days in Luxor at Nile Compound were mercifully free of f**k-ups. We arrived to huge smiles and warm greetings. Even though we've only been there once before, it was like we were visiting good friends.  

The worst thing for my parents were the flies. Indeed they were numerous but the Egyptian way is to shoo them away while my mother enjoys the murdering aspect of pest management. The folks at Nile Compound were kind enough to make my mom a flyswatter consisting of part of a tablet case nailed to a piece of wood. Somewhere in Luxor, someone is walking around with their tablet only half covered so my mother could get revenge on the little critters.

The best thing at Nile Compound was the pool. Or maybe the breakfasts. No, it had to be the gardens or the view from the balcony. It was almost universally fabolous. Service was friendly if not especially speedy, which kind of forced us relax and proceed on West Bank time. Magically, someone would appear with peanuts when we were feeling peckish, or fresh juice when we were thirsty.

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After a few days of relaxation we met up with some friends to visit Valley of Kings and my favourite temple, the Hatshepsut Mortuary Temple at Deir el Bahari. Hatshepsut's story is a very girl-power, stick-it to-the-man, kind of deal. This lady becomes king despite the patriarchy, leads a country to prosperity for decades. Unfortunately, when she dies, the future generations of male leaders try to erase all evidence of her but thousands of years later people dig up the fragments of her statues from where they were buried in pits, restore and replace them.

Upper Terrace

Upper Terrace

Doorway to the upper terrace of the Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut.

Hatshepsut Mortuary Temple

Hatshepsut Mortuary Temple

The restored statues of Hatshepsut in Osirian form.

Offering to Horus

Offering to Horus

A painted relief of Thutmose III giving and offering to the god Horus at the Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut. Thutmose III is the stepson of Hatshepsut who tried to erase her from history, although some say he was just erasing her name to put his own there because it was cheaper, but just didn't get around to it. So he's either a cheap bastard or an ungrateful stepson (or peeved at being usurped, which is a bit understandable). We may never know for sure.

Defaced cartouche

Defaced cartouche

A cartouche which formerly had the name of Hatshepsut, removed by the order of Thutmose III (probably)

One of our friends also happens to be Oscar’s teacher, Mr. DC, who he loooooves. Poor Mr. DC, on vacation from teaching, had a talkative 6-year-old stuck to him like glue, dragging him by the hand on “tours” of the ancient sites. Bless, him, he never complained. I thought about offering to take Oscar off his hands, but then I thought maybe he was missing teaching so I thought better of it ;) Plus I knew if I tried to separate Oscar from his favourite teacher I would be public enemy number one. So I was blissfully free to take in all the things I’d missed the last time. Like clear evidence of where Hatshepsut’s name was erased from her cartouche, and carvings of gods and pharaohs with the original paint still in place. Awesome.

I have to give credit to my parents. We spent the day going up and down narrow staircases, ducking through tunnels and out walking the the desert sun. It was exhausting for me, and as I mentioned, I am much younger. But were they up for it. My mom even went part way down the narrow steep tunnel to the tomb of Thutmose III. It figures that this dude would make things as difficult in death for innocent tourists as he did in life for his poor step mother. He probably didn’t want anyone “pulling a Thutmose” on his cartouches.

The last tomb we visited was Ramesses VI which was a new one for us. It cost a bit extra but it was totally worth it, the best tomb by far. The ceiling of the main tomb was amazing. I could have stayed in there all day but it was almost physically painful to not be able to take photos. Fortunately my mom bought Rich a papyrus with a painting of the ceiling artwork so we will always be able to remember.

After all the adventure was over, we went to Nile Compound for lunch which was absolutely delicious, although by the time it arrived I believe it would considered dinner. I was happy though, more time shared with good people. Oscar got to hang out with a lot of his favourite people. We retired for the night tired, full and happy.

Monday 05.01.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Upper Egypt Trip - Part Four - The Journey to Luxor

Sunset on the West Bank of Luxor.

Sunset on the West Bank of Luxor.

We were all up early due to city noises and insect bites. Richard went to the lobby to see if we could get our car to the airport earlier than we’d booked it, eager to put the Boutique Paradise Hotel behind us. He returned saying they’d looked a bit hurt saying, “But we have the coffee on.” Shortly afterwards they arrived with trays of eggs, fruit and freshly brewed coffee and tea, at no charge. I guess breakfast was included. We wolfed down our food, a bit chagrined about the amount of time we’d spent searching for breakfast the day before.

The car arrived and we were off to the airport. I was excited about this part of the journey. We were headed to Nile Compound in Luxor. It’s a little piece of heaven on the west bank that we’d visited in November. This trip was about to get much better.

We arrived at the airport, nice and early, and breezed through security. It was all going to get better from here. A short flight and we’d be picked up the airport and taken to a real paradise, sipping cocktails by the pool, surrounded by fragrant colourful flowers. 

The check-in lady looked at our tickets for an inordinate amount of time. A thread of worry started to creep into my poolside reverie.

“Go there,” she said brusquely, gesturing towards a closed counter manned by a dude who was doing a lacklustre job of trying to look busy.

The thread of worry started knitting into a light sweater. We fumed and fretted quietly while moving the next counter. The check-in dude looked up at us. No Arabic was needed to understand his look said “Why are you here?”

“She sent us,” I said, indicating the lady who’d just passed the buck. She studiously ignored him. Maybe he owed her one.

Heavy sigh.

Another inordinate amount of time was spent staring at tickets and I was getting a little peeved at the lack of service.

“You need to go to the sales counter,” he said.

You’re kidding.

My parents, Oscar and I sat and waited while Richard went back out though security in search of the sales counter. After a long time spent fidgeting and trying to unravel the caftan of worry knitting in my brain, I called Richard.

“We have to get on the the next flight,” he said. The flight wasn’t for another six hours.

I launched into a tirade about how they should upgrade us to first class and this was ridiculous. Richard was suspiciously silent.

“Actually, they are doing us a favour.”

Turns out Rich had booked the flights for May instead of April.

All I could do was laugh and feel grateful that it wasn’t me who royally screwed up. Fortunately my parents were cool about it. We had a 6-hour wait at the domestic area of terminal three with has a total of one exorbitantly expensive cafe and one ridiculously pricey duty-free shop.

Thank goodness for devices. I collected a good amount of Candy Crush boosters.

A good seven hours later we were picked up at the airport. The driver regaled us with fables about his 25 kids and five wives. Mom was having none of it.

“Don’t you believe me?” he asked.

“Honestly, no,” she replied bluntly.

No flies on her. I was so proud. Turns out he has one wife and two kids. We ain’t no gullible tourists dude.

We finally arrived at our little paradise and I was pleased to see it had only changed for the better. We had an apartment this time, with a balcony overlooking the Nile. Heaven.

Rich probably thought he was redeemed now that we’d arrived. My parents thought the place was fantastic.

“Would have been better five hours ago,” they agreed.

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tags: Luxor, Egypt, Nile Compound, Cairo, Airport
categories: Living in Egypt, Travels
Sunday 04.30.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Upper Egypt Trip - Part Three - Pyramids and Camels

The Gendrons and Galloways at the Great Pyramids of Giza.

I woke up in the morning, fresh-faced and ready for the day, with a few more mosquito bites on my face. At this point I looked like a pimply teen. With wrinkles.

We rounded up my parents and tried to scare up some breakfast before our exciting day of exploring pyramids. McDonalds was closed so we headed over to GAD, the Egyptian food chain. We asked for fried egg sandwiches and but we were given LTs (BLTs without the bacon).

After breakfast we went to a cafe and asked for coffee. We were given ahwa. Ahwa is Arabic for coffee but means Turkish coffee. Great for those who like to chew their morning beverage. Yum. Fortunately we warned my mom not to down the end of her coffee so she didn’t have a gritty surprise.

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We tracked down our bus with our guide, Azazza, and we were off to Saqqara to see the first known pyramid, the Step Pyramid, built for Djoser in the third dynasty.

The Step Pyramid was pretty neat although some of the effect was lost because of the scaffolding on the sides. Apparently they had attempted to “repair” this pyramid that had been standing for more than 4000 years, and they caused more damage. It was a bit of a shame but I loved the entrance and the temples around the pyramid. We visited the tomb of Kagemni, the first tomb where I’ve been able to take photos (no flash of course). The intricate carvings were amazing and some even retained the original paint. 

In the distance we saw the Red Pyramid and the Bent Pyramid. The Bent Pyramid was Sneferu’s first attempt at a pyramid. The angle of the sides changes near the top, giving it a bent appearance. I think they realized the original angle was a bit too ambitious and switched to a shallower angle, hoping the big guy wouldn't notice. Sneferu was not pleased with the results. I personally think heads might have rolled. He then had the Red Pyramid built. Probably with new staff. This was first pyramid with the classical form and even sides. Sneferu’s son Khufu would then go on to build the Great Pyramid.

I looked at these distant pyramids wistfully. I tend to like the less important (and less touristy) places where you can get a real sense of the place. Not that I don’t love seeing white people in cargo shorts and safari hats, operating cameras badly and loudly pointing out the obvious. My parents basically fit that description and they’re lovely. All two of them. A bus load, not so much.

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We piled into the van and headed off to Giza to see the Great Pyramids. Unfortunately they are so Great that the afore-mentioned tourists visit in droves. I’d been there a few times before but this time was different. I got to experience the wonder of seeing it the first time through my parents eyes. 

They said it was smaller than they thought it would be.

Our guide, Azazza, gave us some helpful hints for dealing with vendors before we approached the pyramids. Rule number one "Don't let them hand you anything." She should have made Dad hold someone's hand. He kept wandering off. Azazza would start her spiel of fascinating information, only to stop mid-way. "We've lost Bob." Once time, when Bob returned, he was decked out in various pieces of touristy crap including a scarf wrapped around his head with his belongings in a plastic bag. Unbelievably, this was not the only time this would happen.

My son, Oscar, had been drawing pyramids since we first decided to move to Egypt. He was very disappointed when our apartment was a rectangular shape. Every time we passed a mound of dirt on the road he would ask if it was a pyramid. Now that were were at real pyramids, he was more excited to see his grandparents than the ancient structures.

Another draw to Egypt for Oscar were the camels. Of course, he wanted to do a camel ride. Everyone piped up with reasons they couldn’t go with him. Arthritis, old legs, bad knees etc. As the youngest (and best-looking) adult, I gamely stepped up to the plate. I limberly hopped up onto the waiting camel. And realized my legs don’t go that wide anymore. I was told to move back to make room for Oscar. This would be towards the wider part of the camel. The pain was… let say excruciating. I plastered a smile on my face that was somewhere between a grimace and a silent panicked scream.

Note to self, must get back into yoga.

After my pain dulled to a low flame, the ride was marginally enjoyable. Ozzie got a kick out of it. I didn't risk moving my legs. For me, it was pretty cool to see the only remaining wonder of the world, a structure that has endured for 4500 years. But, unsurprisingly it hadn’t changed much in the 15 years since the last time I saw it. Saqqara was by far my favourite place, and we only scratched the surface. Hopefully we will get a chance to go back.

I did learn a lot. Our guide was great. I learned they carved the Sphinx out of a block of limestone in the quarry that they couldn’t move. The Great Pyramid was built at Giza because it was a big faux pas to build a bigger pyramid right next to your daddy's pyramid.

And of course I learned to have an excuse ready when camels are in the vicinity.
 

tags: Giza, Pyramids, saqqara, Egypt, step pyramid, tour
categories: Living in Egypt, Travels
Saturday 04.29.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Upper Egypt Trip - Part Two - Paradise in Cairo

The doorway to Paradise.

The street was lit like a Christmas tree. Music was pumping. It was uncomfortably loud and the taxi vibrated a little with every bump of bass. I covered my ears. I was really looking forward to getting to the hotel after our stressful train journey.

The taxi pulled over.

No no no, we told the driver. We want to go to the hotel. This is some main drag retail/party area. 

We drove a bit further on. Our driver pulled up to the Cairo Paradise Hotel. I looked at our reservations which showed Paradise Boutique Hotel. Surely this wasn’t it. Richard called the hotel manager who spoke to our driver. We drove on and I breathed a sigh of relief. We were almost there.

We pulled over at the very same music blaring, lights flashing spot.

Oh gosh, our hotel is here.

My legs refused to propel me out of the car. Even when the hotel manager arrived to take us to our room.

Ok, maybe it is a hidden gem. Maybe there is a garden paradise with sound proofing, just around the corner.

Nope.

The hotel manager led us down a dark alley, through a decrepit doorway and into an ancient elevator. It was one of those old designs where you can see out the wrought iron gate at each crumbling floor we passed. 

Then a beach came into view. Or rather it was a beach mural plastered over the entire wall of floor 5. Still, it was an improvement. The lobby looked fairly decent. As the manager led us towards our room I was starting to think a little more positively. Then we got to our room.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

How was it possible for my teeth to be vibrating with each beat of the music playing SIX FLOORS DOWN? The Cairo party scene was challenging the laws of sound waves. Richard immediately tried to secure a different room but apparently this particular paradise was so popular there were no other rooms available. Bloody hipsters paradise.

We sat down dejectedly, our dour countenance at odds with the upbeat party music thrumming through our molecules.

When the manager came back we were still sitting there, frozen with misery. A new room was provided. Hooray! It was still loud but not bone-vibratingly so.

The next morning Richard picked up my parents from the airport. As he left the hotel and waded through the garbage littering the entrance he realized the entrance looked way better at night than in the light of day.

I have to give my parents credit though. After an 11-hour flight they arrived at this rough budget hotel and they rolled with it.  They were seemed unfazed by the surroundings and excited to be with us and embarking on this adventure.

On the plus side, the hotel was only $30 a night and it was very central. The staff, while largely unhelpful, were pleasant. The rooms were nicely decorated. There were ill-fitting screens on the windows which were wholly ineffective in keeping out bugs, but the thought was there.

There was a McDonalds a block away which was brilliant for breakfast to lessen the culture shock a bit. We only had to wait half an hour for our fast food. Then we took a short walk to the Egyptian Museum, which was amazing. We saw Tutankhamen’s death mask, ancient statues, sarcophagi and mummies and finished with a lunch of Egyptian food at Felfela.

I’ve known my mom for a long time, my whole life in fact. There are a few fundamental aspects of my mother. One, she likes ice in her rum and coke. A lot of ice. Two, her ideal museum visit duration is about ten minutes. Three, she’s a meat and potatoes gal. Foreign food is not her jam. So, I was a bit worried after we came back from our two-hour tour of the museum followed by foreign food and the ice situation at the hotel was not looking good. The hotel staff responses to our multiple requests for ice ranged from “no” to “yes, in ten minutes” to “check in an hour.” A walk down to the shops was equally unsuccessful.

That night, while sipping on warm rum and cokes in our budget hotel room, with the music pumping in the background and mosquitoes trying to suck some fresh Canadian blood, I was surprised and pleased to hear my parent excitedly recounting how much they loved the day, including all two hours of our museum experience.

As we turned in for the night and the mosquitoes prepared for their evening buffet I reflected on what troopers my parents were and resolved to make this an epic trip for them.


 

tags: Cairo, hotel
categories: Living in Egypt
Thursday 04.27.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Upper Egypt Trip - Part One - Train to Cairo

It was a long wait at the train station, and now I had found my row, son in tow, but there were people in our seats. I’d heard of this happening in Egypt. I squared my shoulders. 

“You’re in my seat,” I proclaimed, in what I hoped was an authoritative tone. 

My tone had approximately zero effect. The interlopers trying to steal my way to Cairo stared resolutely ahead. More passengers were pressing in from behind me. 

“Look!” I said, brandishing my tickets which clearly stated these exact seat numbers.

“I have the same seat numbers,” said a voice behind me. It was one of those matter-of-fact no-nonsense sturdy Egyptian ladies that you do not want to mess with. She was wearing a jaunty pink hijab, somewhat at odds with her stern demeanor.

Oi, is it possible they triple-booked these seats? I pictured my parents arriving at the Cairo airport early the next morning with no one to greet them. I trembled.

“Let me see those tickets,” said the not-to-be-messed-with Egyptian lady. Of course I handed them over, a split second after she snatched them from my hand. My 6-year-old son Oscar started getting a bit twitchy, sensing my tension. I could feel sweat starting to sprout from my pores. I glanced desperately towards the other end of the carriage where my husband was waiting with the bags.

“This is the wrong date,” the lady informed me, indicating the tickets. I stared at the Arabic numbers on the paper but my brain stubbornly refused to translate.

“I can’t read this,” I said to myself.

“It’s in English here,” said the lady dryly. “See, it says Apr 4, and it’s Apr 14.”

You know that sinking feeling, the dread, when you realize things are about to go horribly wrong.

Yeah, I had that.

The next few minutes are a bit of a panicked blur. I remember looking over the heads of the passengers trying to get past me, towards my husband, who couldn’t see me. At some point my son’s twitchiness turned to distress as we got pushed into the treacherous space between cars. Richard managed to make his way to us as I tried to explain our situation to various people, hoping to find someone who worked there or knew something. Oscar started crying in earnest and attempted to flee the train despite my iron grip on his slippery, sweaty hand.

Then the train pulled away.

Oscar screamed, I sweated, and Richard fumed.

“You will have to pay a fine and there will be no seats,” a man said.

Great, three hours standing on a train with three suitcases and a screaming child. Richard and I looked at each other in despair.

Then, the pink hijab lady came and saved the day.

“There are lots of seats here,” she said, regarding the ill-informed man disdainfully. “Come with me.”

She sorted out seats for us, checked on us during the journey, booked us a cab to get us to the hotel and even directed us out of Ramesses station, waited for the car and made sure we got in. All while wrangling a large family group with small children, pulling her luggage with one hand and carrying a baby in the other arm.

She brushed off our thanks saying she knows what it’s like, having been lost in Europe before.

As we piled into the car while issuing additional profuse thanks, I wished I’d gotten her name, but it is nice to know there are good people out there.

tags: train, travel, Alexandria, Cairo, Egypt
categories: Living in Egypt
Wednesday 04.26.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
Comments: 2
 

A Felucca sailing trip on the Nile

An Egyptian steers a felucca sailboat towards the west bank of the Nile.

In November during our trip to Luxor, we sailed a wee bit of the Nile on a felucca, a traditional wooden sailing boat. We spent the afternoon breathing in the sea wind and beautiful views of the Nile. Our hosts, Ilsa and Mahmoud of Nile Compound, packed us a tasty hot lunch and drinks. Oscar even got to "help" the sailors steer the boat. Possibly for a bit longer than they intended.

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Our destination was a place called Banana Island. It has a lot of bananas. Also, it's an island. Did you know they didn't have bananas in ancient Egypt? I didn't. I even lost a bet.

After a stroll along a path through he bananas, we stopped at a restaurant/gift shop/zoo. This was a strange place. Like, awesomely strange. Particularly the gift shop. I suppose it's possible there is a market for dusty jewellery and badly preserved dead animals. With bonus cobwebs. The restaurant did serve up a jolly nice platter of fruits. And, if you got bored (or, more likely, if your children get bored), you could always check out the live crocodiles.

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Not creepy at all...

As you know, I love the weird and wonderful, so I was pretty thrilled. The people were actually quite lovely. The trip back was beautiful. We enjoyed being gently rocked by the waves while enjoying the warm light of the dipping sun. Once ashore, we retired to a riverfront cafe to watch the sunset.

tags: luxor, Nile, river, felucca, Banana Island
categories: Living in Egypt
Thursday 03.16.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

The place where time stands still

Part of a display at the Marine Museum in Alexandria.

I've always been weird. It used to bug me. At some point I guess I decided to embrace it. Now I'm drawn to everything strange. That's why I returned to the Marine Museum in Alexandria. I didn't quite get my fill of strange the first time. It's like a good movie, every time you revisit it, you see something you missed last time. For me, anyway. No one else seems to be as fascinated with this gem as I am, but where other people see odd displays in a weird museum, I see magic. I see a place where time stands still.

The museum is full of dioramas and bones. The surreal and the dead. The figure of an old-fashioned diver has fallen over with it's head resting on a rock. It has very likely been in place, staring at this rock, for years. A flock of taxidermied birds stare out from behind glass, perpetually in mid-flight. Fish are frozen in place in fake aquariums lit with an eerie blue light. The husks of aquatic creatures suspend from nets. Time has stilled here. The frantic quest for survival has no meaning to the bones and paper mâché creatures of this particular place. 

I would be happy to stay and wander the celebrated weirdness of the museum, but the kids have finished racing through the exhibits and hunger for the next morsel of entertainment. The adults are congregating at the exit. My husband has left the building. I'm happy to leave though. I don't want to spend this discovery all at once. I will be back.

tags: marine, museum, alexandria, diorama, egypt
categories: Living in Egypt
Friday 03.03.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
Comments: 1
 

Rouqayah’s Ranch

After a few days at Rouqayah’s Ranch we are full of fresh air and healthy organic food. My hair is full of bounce. I’m convinced it’s from the fresh well water, a welcome change from the heavily chlorinated tap water in Alex. Even the pool at the ranch is full of untreated fresh water. The water gets emptied into the fields every few days and the pool gets refilled for the next guest.

Oscar got to meet a lot of friendly farm animals and one unfriendly hissing goose. I’ve never been a fan of geese, swans or opossums. I’ve been hissed at by all three and I’m convinced they are mean, nasty creatures. We had a roasted bird for lunch the next day and I was rather hoping it was the offending goose. Turns out it was duck. I'm not worried, his day will come.

We were unusually close to our food. We saw a cow being milked and the milk was used in our pasta sauce the next day. We saw the lettuce being picked that would end up in our salad an hour later. We toured the fields with olive trees, wheat, barley, fig trees, banana trees, vegetables and herbs. Much of the food we saw in the fields would be used for the olive oil, jams, salads and meals for future guests. Instead of a hundred-mile market, our food all came from a 100-metre non-market. Farm to table at it's finest.

Oscar had two horseback riding lessons on a beautiful mare, Asal. He’s a natural. Oscar, not the horse. I'm sure the horse is a natural as well. If they've started mass producing artificial horses, I missed the memo. I was so proud. Of Oscar. He was riding on his own after 30 minutes. I completely trusted Rouqayah and Hassam to assess his ability and take care of him during the lesson. Later, Oscar and I had a hilariously fun bouncy donkey cart ride. Totally worth the butt splinters.

The downside of the trip? The weather. We’d kind of banked on the pool providing entertainment for Oscar, but it was quite cold and windy. Everything is usually more fun in the pool but he went in for a couple of minutes and was shivering like an electric toothbrush. After the failed pool experiment, the horse and donkey rides, game of footy, game of catch, playing with the dogs, playing with the cats, an hour on the kindle, countless rounds of UNO and various animal introductions, this is what my son had to say:

“I’m bored - there’s nothing to do!” 

Oi.

Fortunately our host, Rouqayah, in addition to looking after all her animals and her crops and cooking up lovely organic meals, still has time to “borrow” an easily-bored six-year-old to “help” around the farm. Rouqayah is a British lady who moved to Egypt on her own with only a smattering of Arabic and started a farm. Respect. I get thrown for loop trying to mail a letter. 

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tags: ranch, Egypt, vacation, cows, horses, horseback riding, Alexandria
categories: Living in Egypt
Thursday 03.02.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

A super exciting rock

Stones with ancient carvings were used as construction materials after the temples were closed.

In 197 B.C., a real-life drama of conspiracy, murder and bribes would result in a decree, carved in stone, and placed in a temple, to reinforce the rule of a 12-year-old pharaoh. It was carved in two languages, and in three different scripts, so everyone would be able to read it. Millenia later, in 1799, this same stone would be discovered in the wall of a French fort in the Nile Delta region of Egypt near the present-day town of Rashid, or as the French called it, Rosetta.

The Rosetta Stone was the key to understanding ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. Before this stone was found, many historians believed each hieroglyph was a word, object or idea. The Rosetta Stone showed that words were made of hieroglyphs that represented sounds, as well as hieroglyphs that represented ideas and objects. That changed everything. The Rosetta Stone unlocked the secrets of the Ancient Egyptians, written in temples, tombs and monuments.  

The real Rosetta Stone is at the British Museum in London, but this week-end, I got to see the fort and touch the wall where the Rosetta Stone was found. I visited the Rashid Museum where there is an exact replica of the stone. I marvelled at the same neat lines of Greek, demotic and hieroglyphic text that Jean-François Champollion used to interpret the ancient language.

Needless to say, it was super exciting.

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There is an exact replica of the Rosetta Stone at the Rashid Museum.

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The fort where the Rosetta Stone was found was called Fort St. Julien. Now it is known as the Citadel of Qaitbay and a mosque has been built within it’s walls.

In case you were wondering, there is a replica of the Rosetta Stone at the fort as well. Unfortunately, as you can see, the glass is very reflective so it is quite hard to get a good photo. If you do want a photo, it's worth visiting the Rashid Museum, where there is a full size replica with (non-reflective) glass only covering the front of the stone.

tags: Nile, Delta, Hieroglyphs, Ancient Egypt, Rosetta Stone, Rashid, Museum, fort
categories: Living in Egypt
Sunday 02.05.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

The Citadel of Qaitbay

Our second attempt to visit the Citadel of Qaitbay (or the Fort of Qaitbay) was much more successful than the first. Mainly because it wasn't about to close. Actually, I almost abandonned the attempt when I saw how long the "line" for tickets was. I put "line" in quotes because the concept doesn't really exist here. It's more of a throng, I guess. The one who shoves in the most effectively gets the ticket. I am not effective. I blame my Canadian heritage. Fortunately for me, Oscar is not so affected by his Canadianess. After a few minutes of not having moved (other then involuntarily, due to being shoved) Oscar volunteered his services. He easily scooted between the legs of hapless adults and loudly requested tickets. It's a good thing he is cute. I passed him the money, and he got the tickets, much to the delight of the rest of the throng. I love that boy. 

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Monday 01.30.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Alexandria Aquarium

Conveniently, the aquarium is a short distance from the citadel and the museum. It's not huge but only costs $2 (20 EGP) and it's fun for the kids. 

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Monday 01.30.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

A most curious experience at the Marine Museum in Alexandria

Displays at the Marine Museum in Alexandria. Photo by Christa Galloway.

I am a lover of the bizarre, the strange, and the random. This is one of the reasons I love exploring Egypt. From a men’s clothing shop called “Newborn” to the Pizza Hut with a view of the Pyramids of Giza, there is randomness in abundance. 

My most recent find, the Marine Museum in Alexandria, is one of the best so far, and only 15 minutes away from where I live (on a Friday morning with no traffic).

My friend and I were taking our kids towards the entrance of the Qaitbay fortress when the two children were drawn into the museum like moths to brightly coloured displays of marine life. After trying unsuccessfully to coax them out, we decided to shell out (pun intended) the 20LE (less than $2) cost of tickets for the four of us. And oh my, I’m glad we did.

A skeleton display at the Marine Museum in Alexandria. Photo by Christa Galloway.

An enormous skeleton of a marine animal takes up the entire length of the museum. We stared at it in wonder. With no obvious signage in view we were forced to speculate. Could it be a plesiosaurus? a whale? a prehistoric beast of some kind? We eventually discovered it was a Fin Whale, apparently found in the 40s. Now it is the centrepiece of the Marine Museum, carefully put together with what looks like plastic cable zip ties. We did find a sign which, being mostly Arabic, just raised more questions. If anyone can read this, I would love to know what this says!

Can anyone translate this sign from the Marine Museum in Alexandria?

One of the most bizarre displays was a set of anatomically correct sea cows. One sign read “male” sea cow, I’m not sure why the word male was in quotation marks as it was very obviously a male, perhaps a bit aroused by the female sea cow across the corridor, who also had obvious “female” parts but was labeled as a mermaid. Ironically, the word mermaid was not in quotations. Fortunately, I didn’t have to worry about my completely oblivious son seeing any inappropriate sea cow displays. He was too concerned with bouncing from display to display to actually take anything in.

Many displays looked like models of creatures, some looked like taxidermy work and some were real bones and shells. One display had shelves of strange creatures preserved in jars, similar to what you might see in and underwater lair of villain in a superhero movie.

The kids got the biggest giggle from a display where the main figure of a diver appears to have fallen over. There were many jokes about how he’d gone diving and fallen asleep, or given up on life, or been frozen into stone by an underwater medusa.

It does look like a lot of work has gone into this museum, and the historic surroundings certainly added to the ambiance. Now that I’ve toured the displays at the lightning pace of children I plan to go back and stay longer, maybe even read some of the information posted. 

If you are visiting Alexandria, I would highly recommend this museum. It’s right in the citadel of Qaitbay, you can’t miss it!

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Sunday 01.29.17
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Party like an Egyptian

A spontaneous dance-off at the BSA Staff Kids Party in Alexandria.

There was lots of music, dancing and laughter at the BSA Staff Kids Party today. These are the families of the staff at the British School Alexandria where Richard works. I got a chance to practise my limited Arabic and snap some fun photos. One of the things I love about Egyptians is the adults get right in there and play with the kids. These guys know how to enjoy a party!

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tags: British School Alexandria, Party, Dancing, Egypt
categories: Living in Egypt
Saturday 12.17.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Mancheya market

Mansheny market in Alexandria, Egypt.

We were given a tour of Mancheya market in Alexandria. It was arranged and led by the headmaster of the school where Richard works and his wife. I've been told you need a guide for your first time to the market, and I'm glad I had one. It's all a bit of a blur. There were sight and sounds all around us. And people! So many people. My mind mushed the colours, textures, patterns and sounds together and catalogued it as "chaos" so that I could absorb without processing. My head moved in bird-like motions as my eyes darted from sight to sight, trying to take everything in. I managed very few photos, but I will be back, for sure!

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tags: mansheny, market, shopping
categories: Living in Egypt
Wednesday 11.30.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Karnak

The Karnak Temple Complex in Luxor, Egypt.

Last week we went to Karnak in Luxor (formerly known as Thebes). We’d been there before, along with throngs of cruise ship passengers. This time there were relatively few tourists. 

Karnak is a complex of temples that were built over 2000 years and cover more than 100 hectares. It is the largest ancient religious preservation in the world. Enormous statues tower over the Great Hypostyle Hall, which looks like it was built for giants. Every inch of eerie dark tomb walls are covered in hieroglyphics. It's hard to imagine how it could have been built thousands of years ago. Some parts are as much as 4000 years old. It’s impressive, to say the least.

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tags: karnak, Egypt, Luxor, Thebes
categories: Living in Egypt
Monday 11.14.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Braving the bazaar

A restaurant and souvenir stand near the Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut.

We were sitting on our patio at Nile Compound chatting with our American neighbours. (These were the only real-life Trump supporters I’ve ever met and seemed completely normal, no horns or anything.) They were telling us about their technique for getting through the souvenir pedlars at tourist sites in Luxor, involving a head-down-no-eye-contact approach. I’m familiar with this technique having been the recipient of it as a photographer on cruise ships but I get it. The “bazaar” as it’s called is the area of the entrance to a tourist site that is lined on both sides by people who will try all manner of tricks to sell their wares. I took to calling it the “gauntlet”.

The first time I entered a Luxor bazaar was at Valley of Kings. Being the only tourists in the bazaar we didn’t have our usual option of darting through the crowd unmolested. After a few steps I was handed a stone figurine which the seller wouldn’t take back. I put the figurine down at a random stall and found it back in my hands seconds later. Meanwhile other vendor were crowding around, shouting. One put a gawd awful hat on my head. Richard bought a guide book the Valley of Kings and one for a place we didn’t even visit. I ended up buying the figurine having unintentionally bargained down to 1/5th of the original price while trying to return it. 

We put our heads down and scooted through the rest of the bazaar. We spent the next few hours in the quiet of the desert or exploring tombs. On the way out we needed to pass through the same marketplace. It was empty of tourists, full of vendors. I squared my shoulders and reluctantly headed towards the vendors shouting greetings.

“Once more unto the breach,” I muttered to myself. 

This time there was a new trick. Free stuff. Trinkets mostly. I would try to give them back. “No money, no money, it’s a gift” they would say. I was given a necklace and Oscar a scarab, a pendant and a stone pyramid. By George it worked. I felt obligated to enter the stall and at least look. My perception changed. I discovered if I answered “Alexandria” when they asked where I was from, the tone changed. The bazaar felt less like battle and more like fun.  

By Hatshepsut’s temple I was a bargaining pro-star. Meaning I was actually buying things I wanted instead of whatever was thrust into my hands. All manner of souvenirs lined the stalls including basalt figurines, alabaster carvings, gemstone pyramids, scarves, hats, clothes and Egyptian cotton.

There was a pattern of sorts. Vendors would cheerfully start the negotiations at an absurdly high price, I would go absurdly low and after a jovial bartering session we would both be happy. Me, because I’d got them down to a fraction of the original price, and them because they’d still made a tidy profit. A few times I was given a gift of a scarf or some carved stone after the bargain was struck and the price paid. 

Knowing that tourism in Egypt was in a bad way I was happy to spread some of our meagre wealth around.

The common refrain we heard was “we love tourists.” One gentlemen pleaded with me to tell my friends that Egypt is safe. “There is no problem here,” he stated emphatically. I agreed, saying I live in Egypt and have never felt unsafe. The most negative experience I had was probably the post office, but post office suck all over the world. In Canada I’ve been frustrated with the 47 types of ID you need if you don’t happen to have your driver’s license on you, and paying extortionate rates for parking while not managing to actually pick up the bloody package. See! I’m get riled up just thinking about it.

So, my friends, here is my attempt to keep my promise and tell you about Egypt.

1. In my opinion, Egypt is probably as safe as anywhere in Europe. Nowhere is really “safe,” but I for one refuse to let terrorists make me live in fear. I will be smart and use common sense, but I will not cower. As for the revolutions, I’m far from an expert but things seem to have stabilized. There were protests scheduled for November 11 but it looks like no one turned up. I can think of a few western nations more likely to have a revolution than Egypt.

2. This is great time to visit Egypt. The last time I went to Karnak, it was full of tourists shuffling along at a glacial  pace like a horde of zombies wearing pleated shorts, knee high socks and fanny packs. This time we strolled around at will, enjoyed the relative silence and were able to soak in the beauty and majesty of the place in our own time.

3. For the most part, Egyptians are friendly towards westerners. Many Egyptian know some English and love to practise, and if you can muster a few words of Arabic it is much appreciated. If Egyptians have ever been are slagging me off, I was unaware. Personally I’m ashamed when I read news reports that Muslim women are afraid to wear a hijab in my home continent, and I walk around Egypt unveiled with no issues. You can expect more tolerance here.

3. Cell coverage and data is great. Send emails. Avoid the post office.

tags: Luxor, Egypt
categories: Living in Egypt
Monday 11.14.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
Comments: 1
 

Vacation on the Nile - West Bank, Luxor

Last week we left the city behind for a vacation on the west bank of the Nile in Luxor.

We took the overnight train from Alexandria and I remember waking up, the morning sun slanting in the window and painting the country scenes out the window in an orange light. In the patchwork of fields, men and women harvested crops by hand or plowed fields with a donkey. Every piece of fertile land was being used to grow, even the narrow strip of land between the train and the river.

Where we stayed on the west bank we were surrounded by fields and small villages. Aside from the odd car or scooter, the donkey was the main mode of transportation, both carrying people and pulling carts. In fact, aside from the occasional motor vehicle, the west bank looked like it could have been frozen in time for hundreds of years. Unlike the city, all women were veiled and all men wore a robe (I believe it’s called a Galabeya) and a head scarf.

As I strolled the streets, some women would dash away with their children in tow when they caught sight of me. Others were friendly and agreed to have photos taken. Once, a group of children crowded around chattering in Arabic and a smattering of English. Sometimes the men would look at me with vague suspicion, but a cheery “sabah el khreer” (good morning) from me would engender a friendly response, often with a face transformed, wreathed in smiles.

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We got the most smiles during a slightly embarrassing donkey ride that Oscar loved and seemed to provide a lot of entertainment for the locals. We must have been a sight, a couple of slightly portly white folks on skinny donkeys, Rich with his feet almost touching the ground. Many villagers waved at us and we felt obliged to wave back from our modest steeds, like part of a funny tourist parade or a parody of the royal family.

We stayed for four nights at Nile Compound with our hosts were Elsa and Mahmoud. Elsa is German and taught Oscar how to say “guten Tag” and play Uno. Mahmoud is Egyptian and helped us sort out transportation to all of the sites and sorted trips to the bank machine and train station. Both made us feel very welcome and comfortable.

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During our stay we would wake up to coffee on the patio and breakfasts of eggs, pancakes, fresh juice, fruit and yogurt. Between our excursions we would enjoy the serenity of the compound. I can recall with perfect clarity, floating on the pool in the sunshine, listening to Oscar’s giggles while Richard did etchings in his journal. 

On the last day they took us on a felucca ride to Banana Island. A felucca is a wooden sail boat and Banana Island is an island with lots of bananas (more about that later). By the end of our stay, as they saw us off to the train station with a packed lunch, it felt like they were family.

For more information about Nile Compound visit their Facebook Page. I'm not being paid to promote them, honest. It is so easy to complain when something is wrong, but when you get great service it is important to be just as enthusiastic in your praise. These guys deserve it!

 

tags: westbank, Nile, Luxor, Egypt
categories: Living in Egypt
Sunday 11.13.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Ancient Egypt and modern politics

Some folks may profess that women can not run a country because of “female issues” but I’m sure Queen Hatshepsut would beg to differ. She ruled Egypt successfully and peaceably for 20 years with zero menstrual-cycle-fueled calls to war. This was 3500 years ago and she was not the first or last female ruler of Egypt.

She did have her issues breaking the glass ceiling. She had herself portrayed as a male with a beard to assert her authority and Thutmose III tried to eradicate her memory by destroying or defacing her monuments. But we’ve had a few thousand years to get over our unwarranted prejudices. 

Last week we visited Deir el-Bahari and the temple Djeser-djeseru which Hatshepsut had built, an architectural wonder of ancient Egypt and one of her many accomplishments. I was impressed, not only with the beauty and majesty of the structure, but that I could touch a piece of ancient, enduring proof of the strength of Hatshepsut and the potential legacy of future female leaders.

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tags: Hatshesput, temple, luxor, Egypt
categories: Living in Egypt
Friday 11.11.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Strange happenings in Egypt last night

Last night some residents of Alexandria were startled by a procession of odd little figures prowling through the dark. Among them was a pharaoh, a ninja, two princesses, a vampire, a skeleton, a witch and a knife-head-wound-victim.

Egypt doesn't celebrate Halloween so the half-dozen ex-pat kids who went trick or treating in Kafr Abdou last night were basically celebrities. They were met by waves, exclamations and compliments. The pharaoh was even stopped for a photo. Our strange parade provided great entertainment for the Alexandrians we passed in restaurants and cafes.

When we met up for our trick-or-treating excursion I thought the Brits were so cute with their tiny paper loot bags, having never experienced real trick-or-treating before and being unaware of the standard hit-as-many-houses-as-possible-and-fill-two-pillowcases technique. In reality we only hit about eight apartments (including mine). Some of the trick-or-treating venues went all out with decorations and surprises. The house of witches was particularly terrifying (for me, not so much for Oscar). At one point I accidentally stepped on a dismembered hand. Heaven knows what the Egyptians were thinking!

Richard’s gag was pretending to give the kids grapes instead of candy but it backfired when a bunch of kids (and adults) took him up on it. After the candy was distributed, he ended up giving cups of water to a bunch of thirsty kids which may be one of the strangest halloween treats I’ve ever seen but trick-or-treating in the heat is thirsty business.

Oscar came home pleased as punch with his goodies, and, as tradition dictates, passed out into a sugar coma.

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tags: Halloween, trick or treating, costume
categories: Living in Egypt
Tuesday 11.01.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
 

Oscar goes to the doctor

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“Wait!” said the nurse at the Alexandria Paediatric Centre.

I looked up with a confused look. Oscar and I were in the waiting room… waiting.

“Okaaaay,” I said tentatively, and returned to waiting.

"We are waiting," Oscar said to me in a stage whisper.

A minute later the nurse came back calling Oscar’s name again. We looked up.

“Wait!” she said again, with a tinge of exasperation.

Oscar and I looked at each other.

“Wait, wait!” she said, motioning us towards another room. The room with scales... where they take his weight.

“Oh… weight!” I said, much to the amusement of various patients and nurses.

Amazingly, this was the only confusing episode during two smooth visits to the Alexandria Paediatric Centre.

On our first visit I came prepared for a long wait with snacks, drinks and a Nintendo DS, but we were seen by a doctor right away and we didn’t need them. Oscar was examined by an English-speaking doctor, diagnosed with bronchitis and treated with a nebulizer within an hour on our first visit, at a cost of about $40. 

The doctor had us come back for a follow-up visit. It was busier this time so we had to take a number. Being woefully ill-equipped for the Egyptian “line-up”, I’ve grown fond of the “take-a-number” system. We were seen by a doctor within a short time and fortunately Oscar didn’t need another treatment. 

In Canada, we would have either had to wait weeks for an appointment or try our luck at a clinic, possibly waiting hours before being seen. The last time I was at the hospital in Canada I waited six hours with a broken nose. So far I’m pretty impressed with the system here.

Oscar’s health, safety and happiness was my biggest concern coming to Egypt. Rich and I could deal with just about anything, but no job is worth putting our son at risk. It is a relief to know that excellent care is available.

It’s been a week and Oscar is much better and sleeping through the night which means I am sleeping through the night which means I’m in a better mood which means Richard is in a better mood so we are ALL happier.

categories: Living in Egypt
Sunday 10.30.16
Posted by Christa Galloway
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