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Egyptian adventure – pt 2

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Egyptian Museum and transfer to Luxor

In order to fit in a trip to the Egyptian museum before our flight to Luxor, we needed to be up with the larks, on in this case, the ibis. I thought I’d seen horrific traffic on our trip to Colombo, Sri Lanka, but that paled into insignificance compared to the Cairo rush hour. After numerous hair-raising, buttock-clenching moments we arrived at the museum entrance. It looks like any old British Colonial building from the outside and hasn’t changed much on the inside.

Dust everywhere and priceless exhibits displayed inside old wooden cabinets, secured by the world’s weediest padlocks. I’ve seen better on a suitcase. How on earth the museum has not suffered major thefts I’ll never know. Even the treasures of Tutankhamun were similarly displayed. Fortunately, modern Egyptians are busy building a new state-of-the-art museum in the vicinity of the Great Pyramids. Not only will the items be better housed, but tourists will not have to endure the hair-raising trip into the city centre to see them.

Papyrus scrolls, canopic jars, sarcophagi (I think that’s plural for sarcophagus?!) and royal mummies… we saw the lot on our whistle-stop tour. I was most impressed with Ramesses the Second. He must have been a very tall man in his day. To have ruled for 67 years, dying at the ripe old age of around 97 is impressive even by today’s standards.

All too soon we had to leave to travel back to our hotel (Mena House) to meet up with our transfer coach to the airport for our flight to Luxor. There was little difference between rush hour traffic and midday traffic but at least there were fewer buttock-clenching moments.

Our flight was unremarkable (thank God… I’m not the world’s happiest flier) and our transfer to the ship short. The MS Esadora was one of three getting ready to cruise to Aswan. How sad to see so many other ships in mothballs, just waiting for the tourist population to increase to the pre-Arab Spring numbers. For a country that relies heavily on tourism, a 50% drop in visitor numbers is catastrophic for the economy. The country is trying so hard to ensure our safety. We were heavily guarded everywhere we went.

Anyway, back to the ship. This was our very first cruise so Mr D and I had no idea what to expect. Our cabin was beautifully appointed, with a Juliette balcony to watch the Nile slip past. The welcome meeting split the guests into three tour groups for the week, each headed by a very knowledgable Egyptologist. A brief outline of the full week itinerary was covered. I had a sneaking suspicion that we would be up early most mornings to make the most of our tours before the temperature soared. Unfortunately I was right. Tomorrow’s wake-up call was scheduled for 6:30am! Hello! This is supposed to be a holiday where we rest and recharge the batteries!

Tune in tomorrow for part 3, Karnak and the Temple of Luxor.

PS – we took a copy of Agatha Christie’s Death on the Nile, as you do 🙂

 

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Getting back in the saddle…

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Why is it so hard to get back into writing after a break? It’s not as if nothing noteworthy happened. Far from it. Mr D and I had the time of our lives on our Egyptian Adventure. There wasn’t a day went by when I didn’t write in my journal and yet, once home, I can’t seem to get back in the groove and write up some of the funnier bits for you.

I find all sorts of things to do aside from my paid job. Suddenly that irritating mark on the carpet that appeared while we were away, seems more urgent to attend to. I’ve had this empty page open since 8:00am and now it’s 11:30! Well at least the stain (of unknown origin) is no more and tonight’s meal is simmering away in the slow cooker now that I’ve remembered to switch the power on at the socket!

Ennui!

That’s a great word to sum up how I feel. I’d love to be exploring more temples, coming up with new strategies to deal with the street sellers, or snorkelling with the entire cast of Finding Nemo. Maybe this is the crux of the matter. It’s post-holiday blues, where real life is just a little too ordinary when compared to the past two weeks. Mr D and I thoroughly enjoyed our time together just being us.

Right Cath, get a grip and saddle up! Enjoy the memories but keep an eye to the far horizon and the next adventure.