Showing posts with label Egypt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Egypt. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, The al-Faiyum Oasis

Chapter Ten - The al-Faiyum Oasis and the end of the trip

Al-Faiyum. If you want to see the working water wheels in Medinet al-Faiyum, the best point of view is from the cafeteria al-Medina, but I suggest you try to not consume anything. We ordered two cokes. We got two bottles of 'mineral' tap water, our cokes and two plates with slices of frozen (!) cake. Total bill E£7.50 ! My friend didn't feel like complaining and decided to pay. He gave a tenner and got E£.50 change. In other words, this is a place to avoid ! Just walk in, take your photos, say that you'll order in a minute, but instead leave in a minute.

We stayed in the nearby (well-situated) Palace Hotel. A clean double room was E£40, including breakfast. You have private toilets/showers, but they're not in the room itself. The restaurant here has a good selection of meals. They're tasty, but not too cheap. Everybody of the staff is seemingly very friendly and helpful but it's all about money. Do not agree with the receptionist to show you around the Faiyum sights. We surely didn't. He will send the porter with you, and this man is a real parasite. He initially wants E£2 for carrying your bags to your room. Remember the story about the guy that wanted parking money in the first chapter ? That was him !

Hawara Pyramid On the way to the Hawara Pyramid, we first visited the el-Hadika Prep. School. We picked up the school manager, Mr. Alfy, along the way. He was so grateful that he invited us over for tea. We met all the teachers and many pupils. It was a great and interesting experience. We spent most of the day there.

The principal then accompanied us to the nearby Deir el-Azab, a monastery for nuns. It's almost never visited by tourists. Nevertheless, it's a beautiful place. You can get there by taking the main road from Medinet el-Faiyum in the direction of Hawara. Past el-Hadika, a sign shows the way over the small stream on the right. The main church - we were told - dates back to the Romans. From these times there are relics of female saints. A nearby chapel is dedicated to St. Abraham. The body of this saint lies here, in a new coffin now, the old one is still on display. There are also some other antiquities.

In the oasis you can also take nice photos of the people working their lands and blinded donkeys walking their rounds to pump the water to the fields. If you have a strong lens there are nice pictures to be shot of the local bird-life.

Entrance to the Hawara Pyramid is E£8. Two self-appointed guides accompanied us. They showed us some human remains in the Greco-Roman cemetery as well as some large sculpture pieces from the same period that lie about. In fact, these guys were friendly and as helpful as they could be. They were not after money, though, one of them just wanted a ride. No problem !

On the way back to the main road, this man let us pull over to show us - what he said was - the tomb of the wife of Amenemhet III, the pharaoh who is buried at the Hawara Pyramid. It's all a little dubious and not very impressive. It's also not obvious to find. Coming from the pyramid follow the road to the main road. After a couple of hundred meters you'll go through a bend to the left. This bend is just across a small bridge over a stream. Not more than 50 meters further on the right is the tomb.

Big was my surprise when I turned my head to our 'guide' in the back of the car : I was looking in the barrel of a pistol ! The man's face showed a wide smile. I asked if the gun was loaded and quickly snapped it from his hand. "No !", he said, "no, it's empty." I checked and indeed, it was. Luckily... It was an Egyptian made gun. A label said 'Made in Helwan'. I handed it back, no harm could be done. You never know what kind of lunatic you're taking with you. He might even fire it by accident. "Bullets !" This expression made me turn my head again. Our friend had grabbed a handful of them out of his pocket. He smiled proudly. I was thinking about what would happen next, when he said : "Stop !" He had arrived at his village or whatever. He thanked us very much and got out, the gun still in his hand. Some members of the local police were amidst the crowd in which he disappeared. Nothing happened.

Pyramid of MeidumThe Pyramid of Meidum. You can't go to this monument through the village of Meidum for the time being. The bridge over the canal there has been damaged and is under reconstruction (or should be). When it will be fixed, is a lucky guess. To get to the pyramid now, you have to take the next turn-off to the left from the main road (Beni Suef - Giza), near the village of Jirza.
Entrance to the pyramid is E£8. A photography permit is another E£5. If you decide to enter the pyramid (which you should), the door was not locked and you can switch on the light directly on the right in the corridor. Unfortunately (?), there will probably be someone who's going to do all of this for you. For which you will need to pay baksheesh of course.

Apart from the pyramid, there's also a mastaba 'of unknown origin', as it states. You can also enter this construction, but it's much harder to get to the burial chamber than in the pyramid. It's going to be on your hands and knees and probably also on your belly and elbows. A guide was handy. On the way, you will go over the big stone blocks that used to close off the burial chamber. This chamber only contains an empty tomb. The lid of this box still lies on the stones that the grave robbers - or whoever - used to move it. Read my comments on the guides at the start of the travelogue.

If you're coming from the south and you're going to Cairo Airport, the easiest way is to cross the bridge over the Nile at Helwan. Get to the Japanese Gardens here. You should, if only for half an hour or so. It's a great and relaxed place. Entrance is only E£0.50 and that's certainly worth it. When I showed my photographs to some people at home, many of them asked if they were from another journey. It's indeed a strange sight in Egypt.

If you're standing with your back to the garden's entrance, drive straight all the way and where this is not possible go right. You'll be on the right way to the airport. At Cairo's citadel, follow the road until you come to a diversion. Take the left-most road and continue straight on. You'll arrive at the airport. Eventually... No, seriously, it's not difficult to read the right way from a map. But, also, it's not difficult to read the map wrong or to miss a turn or something.

End note

Well, I suppose that's about it with this travelogue. It has become rather long. Too long, in fact. When I re-read it, I think I've written a lot of rubbish too. But, I hope it can be of some use to at least one of my fellow travellers.

This trip to Egypt has been a great experience, considerably enlivened by the people of this fascinating country. If you like to go a bit off the beaten tourist track, try the tour that I have just described; you'll love it !

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, The Red Sea coast

Chapter Nine - The Red Sea coast

If you would like to stay in 'Ain Sukhna on the Red Sea coast, here are the current prices :
in the Mena Oasis you can choose between two formulas : a E£240 bungalow or a double suite for E£200. Per night of course. The Sukhna Hotel has rooms for E£113 a night. We decided not to stay in 'Ain Sukhna.

On the way to Zafarana we were pulled over by a truck. The driver was waving wildly and honking his horn like a madman. We decided to stop, because we thought there was something wrong with our car (or with our driving style). None of that. The man and his friend just wanted me to take their picture. Surprised I fulfilled their wish. Like American truck drivers on a poster, they posed for me - thumbs up ! We all continued our ways. Another two people made happy !

There's nothing to Zafarana. There's a petrol station, if you're in need of one, but there's also a (seemingly new) motel : the Sahara Inn. It's a modern building, obviously put there to receive bus-loads of tourists. And that's what happens indeed. So you can imagine how the prices are. They even demand money for using the toilet. The food is not cheap, but good. There's a lot of choice. Upstairs there are some nice, modern, spacious rooms. Singles/doubles go for E£70/90, a very good breakfast is included. If you arrive here by car, some guy will come up and start cleaning it, no matter what. He just wants a tip and is easily satisfied. We came here three times in one day and three times our car was washed.

We visited the monasteries of St. Paul and St. Anthony but also here the Coptic monks were in the Lent, so the visits were "a little more brief than usual". In both monasteries you have to check in at the gate. In St. Paul's you have to ring a bell, in St. Anthony's honk the horn or just go around and find the gate-keeper in the gate-house. You then sign a guest book after which you can continue your drive.

The two monasteries are similar in build-up. Both have interesting and nicely decorated old churches. You can't take pictures with flash inside (but read this as none at all, because even with a ISO1000 film things would be difficult without a tripod) because it can ruin the wall paintings, but it can also be because there's a shop selling postcards and books.

Both also have a spring that gives a continuous flow, winter and summer. In St. Anthony's the supply is sufficient, "thanks to God", but in St. Paul's they have to obtain additional water. The water comes out of the rocks and runs through a gutter to a basin. Water out of this first basin is used for drinking. Then the water flows to a second basin. Out of this comes the washing water. Another gutter leads this slightly 'contaminated' water to the gardens where it's used for irrigation.

Both monasteries also have the usual fortress and very thick surrounding walls that protected the monks during Bedouin raids. There's also the ancient refectory with on the table various old cooking utensils, plates and cutlery. Both have very old grain grinding mills and olive presses. One of the grain mills in St. Anthony's must be the oldest (9th Century AD), but one in St. Paul's is the most beautiful. The wooden box is very nicely carved and decorated.

One can also see (inside & outside) the old pulleys and tight ropes that once lifted people and goods up to the monasteries. In St. Anthony's one of the best overall views is from nearby here.
In St. Anthony's also visit the Church of the Apostles. Here lies the body of Bishop Yousab al-Abah. He was bishop of Gerga (upper-Egypt) in 1791 and died on January 24th 1826. According to the monk who took us on a tour, his body has not been treated in any way and nevertheless it is still intact which is "a miracle". Some of the bishop's vestments can also be seen. Nearby are the remains of a relatively recently (on Dec. 17th 1976) deceased monk, Father Yostos al-Anthony. "He became a monk here in 1941. He was a very humble man and extremely religious. He was a source of healing for many."

Both monasteries are easy to reach if you have your own transport. Any of the roads to/from them are good. A 4WD vehicle for the drive to Beni Suef (if you're going there, of course) is totally unnecessary. A normal car is more than sufficient; the road is good. You can even achieve high speeds, if you want.

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, Back to the mainland

Chapter Eight - Back to the mainland

Except for a couple of sights of lesser importance, there's not much to be seen on the west coast of the Sinai peninsula. The road was being renewed and will be very good (it already is).
What you should do, is make a jeep excursion from Abu Zanima through the Wadi Matalla to Serabit el-Khadim. Here on an 850 meter high plateau are the remains of the only pharaonic temple ever found in the Sinai. It dates back to the 12th dynasty. The unusually shaped, though much ruined temple was dedicated to Hathor, 'Mistress of the Turquoise' and Spodu, 'God of the West'.

In the neighborhood were the most important mines from that time, mostly turquoise mines. In many places inscriptions from different expeditions can be seen. You could try to make the trip using a normal car, but I think a jeep is to be recommended here.

To get to Serabit el-Khadim take the first turn-off inland, south of Abu Zanima. After about 40 kilometres you'll reach a site which apparently has been used by the Israeli's as an emergency air strip. Then you'll arrive at the tiny village Serabit, where you have to go and find yourself a guide. In fact you only need a jeep from here to get to the temple, but then you would have to return the same way. The Wadi at Rod el-Air, about one and a half kilometre to the west, was the last resting place before the climb to the temple plateau commenced. This can be concluded from the extended remains of an encampment that were found here. The Arabian name means 'Valley of the Donkeys', referring to the donkey caravans that passed here on their way to the turquoise mines.

On the rock walls are inscriptions and drawings of boats, some very detailed. Very strange in this dry environment. Drive back to the main road through the Wadi Maghara with its mines and Wadi Muqqatab. Inside and around the mine tunnels are also inscriptions to be found. They're in an - until this day - unknown writing, called Proto-Sinaitic. The amount of characters used in it is limited to about thirty. The only thing that is known about it, is that was must have been used by the local Canaanitic population that worked in the mines for the Egyptians. Depending on where you situate the origin of this Proto-Sinaitic writing - in the Middle or New Kingdom - it could be the oldest letter script known to man (if situated in the Middle Kingdom). Otherwise, if you place it in the New Kingdom, the Ugaritic cuneiform writing (used in Ugarit on the Syrian coast) remains the oldest.

Continue on through Wadi Sidri and you'll arrive back on the main road, a short distance from Abu Rudais.

Back on the coastal road, heading north, you'll arrive at Abu Zanima again.

Continue on towards Suez now. On the way there's a turn-off to Hammam Faraun. Here there are (very) hot springs to be found. They contain a lot of sulphur. You can smell that and see it from the colours in the streams. But, there is also a hot sauna. Right by the spring, you'll notice two almost round holes in the nearby rock. Enter through the right one. Carry a flashlight as it's very dark in there. And it's not too spacious too. But inside, it's really a (hot !) natural sauna. It's nice to sweat it out here for a while. Outside there's a small drinks stand. A bottle of fruit nectar costs E£2.50. Before you can get to the hot springs, you will come to a checkpoint where you have to leave your passport until you come back. It's no problem, and if you want, one of the soldiers can show you through the sauna, because I suppose it can get a little claustrophobic in there for some people, especially as you don't know how big the place is.

Bedouin women at Oyun Musa Oyun Musa is also a nice place to visit. If you have trouble finding the Moses' springs, and if you're coming from Ras Sudr, then drive through the Oyun Musa checkpoint (where there was a very thorough check) to the end of the settlement on the left. Drive a very short distance off-road there and ask the Bedouins. They'll show you the way. You won't have to search for the Bedouins though. Even before we could get out of the car, we were surrounded by women trying to sell us their self-made 'Jewelry'. If you should be interested, bargain very hard. On some 'articles', you can go down to about one fifth of the original price. These women are friendly and helpful, but I guess you'll just HAVE to buy something before you'll see a spring. Also be aware of the children here. They try to jump on the trunk of the car. This is not the case just here. It also happened to us in other small settlements.
Further down the road - direction Suez - you'll come past a war monument. It's been erected to commemorate the 'heroic fighting' here of the Egyptian army against the Israeli's. You can't miss it. On the right there are some heavy machine guns and a few monuments (among which is a big army helmet), marking the entrance to an army base. On the left is the war monument. A sign says 'Oyun Musa Fortified Firing Position'. Nearby is a helicopter landing pad.

The Ahmed Hamdi Tunnel goes right under the Suez Canal. The tunnel was completed in 1982 and engineered - I heard - by the Egyptians. Apparently something was wrong with it and now a Japanese engineering team are rebuilding it. If you want to drive through it now, you might have to wait a while as alternately the traffic coming from and going to the Sinai can enter. A sign says that it's no longer closed from 8PM to 6AM, but between these hours you have to drive your car onto a trailer which will then go through. At any time, it costs E£1.25 either direction to make use of the tunnel. If you would like to take a picture of this architectural achievement, you can do so as there is no problem whatsoever. In doubt, just ask the guards.

In Suez we stayed in the Misr Palace Hotel. Our room was OK, but the hotel itself had a grubby appearance, especially the restaurant. I wouldn't recommend eating here. Our breakfast was a disaster : tap water, old bread and very dirty cutlery. No way !

A better place in Suez to go eating - and what I think must be one of the best deals - is Fresh Food Suez. It's located in the Abd-el-Khalek Tharwat Street, behind the Mobil station, near the Amal Hospital. It's not far from most of the hotels. It looks a bit like a small fast food joint. Ahmed is studying to become a 'chef' cook. He speaks English very well and is a great guy to talk to, eager to learn about your country and your visions on different matters. What you must really taste are his 'hot-dogs'. They're not really hot-dogs as we know it, but more a roll filled with small sausages that he first prepares with different veggies and spices on a hot plate. They're really delicious. To give you an idea about the prices here : together, we had two hamburgers, six hot-dogs and six bottles of coke. We were offered free hors-d'oeuvres, stuffed wine-leaves and a bag of crisps. Total price : E£12.30 !

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, Katrina - Where Moses roamed

Chapter Seven - Katrina - Where Moses roamed

From Nuweiba we went to Katrina. The road goes through some spectacular scenery. At the Nuweiba side, you can see some nicely colored mountains. There are some strange rock formations on the way also. Continuing to about halfway, you'll come to one of the most spectacular Sinai sights : the Wadi Ghazzel. The road goes down through it, but before driving on, be sure to stop and enjoy the view. You'll notice the place without any problems, coming from Nuweiba. It's not so obvious in the other direction. There are some annoying Bedouins trying to sell you their stuff. If you want something, bargain hard.

Katrina Monastery Our first day in Katrina it was very windy and raining. So, we decided to check out some hotels. First, there's a hotel at Katrina Airport. I can't remember the name. I have a bit of a problem with names. But you cannot miss it : there's only one hotel at the airport. It's a rather nice place, seemingly. They are very surprised to see someone coming in, especially when it's a foreigner. They want E£89 for a double. Coming from the airport, direction St. Catherine's, you soon come to a crossing. It's a checkpoint. Right goes to Wadi Feiran, left to Katrina. At this crossing there's the Green Lodge. This is were we finally decided to stay, because all the rest is bloody expensive (except the al-Fairoz) and I found it rather cosy. A spot in a five-bed dorm is E£25, which you can try to bargain down (hard !) to E£21 (our price), which is more than enough for this place. The rooms are not spotless, but they do just fine. A nice thing is that on closing days of the monastery (so, also every Sunday), there are almost no people and you'll have a whole dorm for yourself. You can also opt for a much cheaper tent. I think they can place about 70 people in the Lodge (tents and rooms together). Toilets are shared and outside. Power is supplied by a generator. In our case they began starting it up at around 8PM. By 9 it was running. Around midnight it was turned off already. This was especially annoying, as I had developed diarrhoea that night. Be sure to have a flashlight or ask for candles on forehand. It's also possible to eat here. Next door there are a few small shops and a fuel station.
Turning left at the crossing, you immediately see a small chapel on your left. This is the tomb of the prophet Saleh. Continue on and you drive through a hamlet called Zeituna. There you find the Morgenland Chalets. A small bungalow costs US$40. Continue further and you arrive at the Katrina roundabout. To the left - just before the turn-off to the monastery - there's a spring and on a hill a tomb and a small chapel. The tomb is the one of the prophet Haron (or Aaron). Next to it is a chapel called the 'Chapel of the Golden Calf'. The small hill which it's on, is near the plain of el-Raha, or the Valley of Rest. This is the place where the Israelites camped for a year and where the well-known Golden Calf episode took place. Around here is also the Tourist village, with prices I don't even mention, and the al-Fairoz Hotel. A bed in a dorm is still E£12. There are also a couple of bungalows that rate higher, but are private. They were all hired when we checked the place out, though. Final option : the St. Catherine's Monastery Hostel. A dormitory bed goes for E£30 with breakfast AND dinner. I found the rooms rather grubby and very small. And what's more, the people running the hostel are aggressive. I just went there to check out the prices and the rooms, not sure yet if I'd stay. One of the guys was constantly telling me I had to take a room, that they were closing the reception right now, that I had to pay, etc. Annoying. I decided the Green Lodge was a nicer place to stay, told him so and left. The next day when I was visiting the monastery, I saw him again and he demanded E£30 for staying in the hostel. I had an unpleasant time trying to explain that I didn't, and finally left him standing there. Sorry, but I just can't recommend this place. Okay, you get breakfast and dinner, but so what ? If you're going to climb Mt. Sinai early that night, breakfast in the morning doesn't mean much, I should think. To me 'atmosphere' is everything, and I just couldn't sense any here.

To eat, I'd recommend the Panorama Restaurant in the village near the post-office. They have a good selection of dishes. They also claim to have American hamburgers, but I suppose they've never been there. Prices are high here, but almost everything is in Katrina. I don't really look at amounts, but compare prices with quality and quantity. I considered this the best. Next door are a couple of (expensive) souvenir shops. I found the stalls on the way to monastery cheaper and they are willing to bargain.

Climbing Mt. Sinai. We started off at around 2AM. There was much wind and it was rather cold, but at night it always is. Apart from the camel 'jockeys' there are also some guides waiting for you at the starting point. They want E£30 for their help. Whether you're alone or in a group, the price was the same. We decided to save our money, and went up on our own. They'll tell you that it's difficult to go up on your own, but it isn't. The path is clear, even in the dark. A good flashlight is essential though.

Getting higher, it became colder and colder. We were happy to see some tea stands on the way. A cuppa costs E£1.50. My friend spilled some drops on my bag. Not a long time later, it was all frozen. On the top it was at least -5 °C out of the wind. In the wind probably around -20 °C. This just to tell you that I was glad that I was wearing six layers of clothing. My Minolta camera refused to work and even with brand-new, heated-up batteries it only just worked. Man, this was cold ! Always wear (warm) enough clothing and never attempt this climb in the rain ! For those who couldn't stand the cold, there was some shelter in the tea stands on the top (and along the way) and enough blankets were available.

It is best to ascend the normal way and to descend by means of the Steps of Repentance. Along this way, you pass under two stone arches : St. Stephen's Gate and Confession Gate.

The monastery of St. Catherine was not really what I had expected. The area within the walls where you have access to is very, very limited : the church, the burning bush, Moses' well and a collection of crosses and icons. Fortunately, the splendid church with all its decorations makes up a lot for this. Outside the walls, there's the nice garden and the ossuary. This building, which contains the bones of many monks, is not clearly marked. And it's locked, but there's somebody around who will open up the place for you. Inside, there's another gate obscuring much of the view. To the left, there are some niches with bones. To the right, is what appears to be a truckload of skulls. In front of you are the matching bones. But also - and this is interesting - a complete skeleton of a monk, still dressed in his habit. Unfortunately, it's all very far away. If you take any pictures, the doorman will demand a little baksheesh.

A walk around the monastery walls can also be interesting. The best views of the monastery you'll get if you climb up part of the mountain in front of the entrance. Those when descending the Steps of Repentance aren't bad either !

Feiran OasisWadi Feiran is at the foot of one of the highest mountains of the Sinai : the 2070 meter high Jebel Serbal. Only Jebel Katrina and Jebel Musa are higher. In the Wadi is the beautiful oasis of the same name. It's the biggest oasis in the Sinai. I've been told that this is the ancient Pharan, which has also been identified with the Biblical Rediphim, where Moses struck the rock and water gushed forth (although this one is more likely to be today's Wadi Refaid). It should be here that the old Roman road from Eilat (anc. Aila) to Suez (anc. Clysma) reached its most southern point. Centre of the oasis is the Tell Mehred. Roman, Byzantine and Nabataean remains can be found here. Also some of the dwellings and loam churches of the first Christian hermits. Ask some of the Bedouins to show them to you as some of these are easily found, but some aren't. Expect those guys to demand payment (they seemed to be very keen on US Dollars here).

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, South Sinai spectacular scenery!

Chapter Six - South Sinai: spectacular scenery !

There's some spectacular mountain scenery along the (new) road from Ras an-Naqb airport to Taba. This road ends near the Pharaoh's Island. If you don't take the turn-off to Taba, you will drive to the Israeli border. Even if you wanted, it's not possible for foreigners to cross here (and certainly not by hired car). No worries ! The military people will send you back soon enough.

The Gazirah Faraun (or Pharaoh's Island) can be seen best from the coastal road, as well as three neighboring countries of Egypt : Israel, Jordan and Saudi-Arabia. That is, if there's not a haze over the gulf of Aqaba. A boat goes to the Island, but when we were there, it didn't. They had ran out of fuel, but were "expecting it any moment". Nearby the boat landing, there are a couple of relatively new hotels (there's also one in its building phase). They are clearly here for the Western tourist. The Salah ad-Din Hotel does a great breakfast ! It's not really cheap, but if you compare quantity and quality to this price, than it's a reasonable deal.
I found Taba itself not really more than a standard border town. There's really nothing going on, and I think the only point of coming here, is to cross to Israel (if that's what you want) or at least to see the border crossing. You can see the Israeli and Egyptian flags waving next to each other on a hill.

Another 'point of interest' can be the Hilton Hotel. Built by the Israeli's, this hotel was the reason why they - going in against all agreements - refused to let go of this tiny piece of Sinai. It would take seven years.

A much nicer place to head to along this coast is Nuweiba. The coastal road offers great sea views and often cuts through some mountains. Saudi-Arabia can be seen on the other side of the gulf. In Tarabin you can see Bedouin tents beside the road. Talk to these guys for camel treks, if you're interested. Prices can (!) be cheaper here than if organised by a hotel.

Nuweiba is not spectacular by sight, but I really enjoyed the very relaxed atmosphere (well, it's not relaxed that much anymore when - sometimes - in the evenings dozens of irritatingly noisy young Jews flock here and 'confiscate' the place). You can easily spend a couple of days in Nuweiba. The place to head for is Nuweiba City. It's a contradiction in terms, as there are only about a dozen shops and a few hotels. Some Australian bloke came up to us and asked how he could get to the city. We said : "This is it." "Yeah, right !", he said, "No, seriously." We said : "Yeah, honestly, this is it !" He obviously didn't believe us and walked off, continuing his quest. You see, there's nothing to do really, but you could always take a dip in the sea or arrange a trek in the beautiful surrounding mountains. That's what we did.

In Nuweiba City, a guy called Mahmoud and a friend of his have a small souvenir stall. This also functions as a tourist information, and it's really good. You can't miss it, you know, there are only a few shops. He has lots of info on bus times, trips, and much more. Don't be afraid to get trapped as he's not that kind of person. Even if the shop is closed, you can read the bus times from his self-made info sign. Mahmoud is the greatest ! He has also become a real friend of ours. We already liked him, but even did more so after my mate had lost his passport. For some stupid reason he had put it in the back pocket of his trousers (really, really stupid !) when we had dinner. Mahmoud took a seat at our table too, and we had a great chat (he has some great stories. He has been abroad a few times, to Austria and Turkey, and has worked for about a year in Iraq). Afterwards, he invited us to sit with him by his stall. He placed a couple of rickety chairs outside, we sat down and continued our talks. Much later that evening, we drove off to our hotel. Only in the morning, my friend discovered that he had lost his passport. I told him to go back to the city, as this was the only place where he might have lost it. He did and when he got there, he was welcomed by Mahmoud. The poor guy had slept in his stall that night, in the cold, to be sure that he would be there if we returned, to hand back the passport. He even had taken a taxi the night before and came looking for us in the Village, but didn't find our bungalow. Like I said before, Mahmoud is the greatest ! We offered him a good tip for all the trouble, but he simply refused, only took it after we kept insisting. In his little shop, he sells some souvenirs but also foreign newspapers, guidebooks, maps, and some second-hand books (I saw a Let's Go ! Europe 1993 ). I think the best place to eat in Nuweiba is the restaurant to the left of Dr. Shishkebab (Nuweiba City). It's in front of Mahmoud's shop. Their kofta sandwiches are great !

The Nuweiba Hilton is now open, but much too expensive for my liking. So is the Nuweiba Holiday Village. A double room in the latter was US$86. The reception staff is friendly and helpful, but they should be, I think. Better value was the City Beach Village, where you can stay in bungalows or tents. We chose the first option. It had three beds and a toilet & shower. Price : E£43 without breakfast. This and several drinks and dishes can be had in the restaurant. There's also a liquor bar on the beach. If you want to check out early in the morning (which seems to be before 9 here), wake up the guy in the 'Manager' marked room next to the reception (if you can !) and hand him the key. You'll have to unlock/open the gate yourself too.

For the - I think - obligatory trip to the Colored Canyon, there are some options. Like I mentioned before, if you have plenty of time, talking to the Bedouins at Tarabin might be a good idea. If you are pressed for time, a jeep trip from the Nuweiba Holiday Village can be arranged. It costs E£285 for the jeep. There can go as many as six persons, so you can share the cost. Problem is to find people in a short time, as not many folks seem to be interested in going there. A bit cheaper is it to talk to Mahmoud again. After explaining the possibilities and if you want, he'll call a Bedouin driver who'll do the job for E£200 (and still six can go, but they prefer not more than four. Why ? Beats me.). An optional guide (well, optional...) costs another E£20. I can say for this you don't really need Mahmoud, as many of these Bedouin dudes can be found wandering around Nuweiba City in the evenings, crimping clients. So you can talk to them directly. Don't expect to bargain down much under the E£200 that Mahmoud arranges as they start with Holiday Village-like prices. Whichever jeep option you decide to choose, trips preferably start at around 8AM, returning at around 1 or 2PM. This way, you'll avoid the afternoon heat. Trips can, however, start as late as 1 or 1.30PM without a problem. You'll be back before sundown.

After I have seen the road now, I can conclude that you really don't need a jeep at all if you have your own car. The Colored Canyon is definitely off-road, but this road is perfectly drivable for a normal car. Don't expect it to be easy or fast though. But it can be done. If you don't believe me, let me tell you that I saw an old VW van do it without a problem. All but the last 100 meters or so can be done ! There are a few small problems though. First, you might need a guide anyway (I'd recommend one !), and second, as you know, driving off-road in the Sinai is restricted for foreigners, so officially you'll need a permit. There is a limited permit to go to the Canyon. It can be obtained from the Nuweiba Tourist Police. Get it, as there is a checkpoint on the way, and these guys won't let you pass otherwise.
If you have a mountain bike with you, the area around the canyon is great biking territory ! It's very hard though.

We went by jeep with the Bedouins. Before actually setting off, we were invited to a traditional meal and tea. The meal consists of a bowl of rice with in the middle steamed (?) chicken. You only eat with your right hand, peeling off the chicken skin and meat, mixing that with the rice and pressing it into small lumps before putting it in your mouth. It is said that this way the food mixes with natural flavors emitted by your skin and it will taste better. I found it rather plain, really. Nothing to be excited about. The tea is. This red-colored drink is offered in small glass cups. It's some of the best tea you can have.

When you have passed the checkpoint, and you are about to leave tarmac for the desert track to the Canyon, you will be at a small oasis. It's a lush place, where you can take a sip of the cool water, if you like, or fill up your bottles. It's also photogenic.

The Colored Canyon offers great scenery and beautifully colored rocks. It's also a bit of an adventure to walk through it. Sometimes you have to jump off rather high boulders or slide under them. Make sure you start off in the right direction, as the other way it's much more tough. If you start near the Bedouin tents you're heading the wrong way, as they are put here to offer tired (?) and thirsty 'canyoners' some refreshments. What the hell did I say ? 'Offer' ? That's an understatement ! They have the nerve to ask E£2.50 for a soft-drink. In fact, that's what I found out to be characteristic for most of these guys : they see tourists just as money. Many of the Bedouins have settled down now and gave up their nomadic life. The few you meet in the desert are truly friendly and hospitable people. The others... Well, it's difficult to explain and compare, but it's like those neo-Nazi's who say that all foreigners are bad. Well, the Bedouins seem to think that all foreigners are rich. Which we probably are, compared to them, but when I see what some of them earn of tourists...

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, To the heart of the Sinai Desert

Chapter Five - To the heart of the Sinai Desert

From Ismailia we headed for the Sinai. Getting there is very easy. You can make use of the free ferry. The crossing takes about 10 minutes, I believe. I can't remember exactly. I was busy talking to a UN observer, who had some interesting things to tell. The sight of a UN jeep on the ferry (and many soldiers) immediately set the trend of what we were going to see a lot in this desert : military presence. I heard of some people who avoided the Sinai because of this, but I think this is plain stupid. Okay, there are many army camps, road blocks and soldiers (hitch-)hiking along the way and you see quite some military vehicles (often off-road), but what's the problem ? It's not a threat, it's an experience to travel in this once (and maybe still a bit) volatile area that has such an astounding scenery. All the army people we came across were very friendly (almost none of them speaks English). The soldiers have to hitchhike from their posts to their base and vice-versa, so you see many of them walking on the roads. If you try to imagine yourself in their place, you will no doubt stop and give them a lift.

If you travel by car, one thing to remember, is to fill up with gas in Ismailia before you take the ferry. If you're like us heading for Nakhl, you will be glad you did. Underway it's all real desert with few settlements. Supposedly fuel can be obtained in Bir al-Jifjafa, but don't bank on that (and if there is, is it the right fuel, e.g. octane 90 ? Forget about unleaded in Egypt BTW).

North Sinai desert roadThe road to al-Jifjafa is, like I said before, 'real' desert. I mean, it's a desert as we all think of : sand everywhere, the highest places being some sand dunes, few or no settlements, the only people Bedouins with their camels walking in the distance.

Bir al-Jifjafa is a small place with nothing to do. The way to Bir at-Thamada offers about the same scenery. Thamada is so small that you almost don't notice passing it. From there on, some low mountains start creeping in.
From the road block at the junction to Ras Sudr it's an excellent road straight to the city of Nakhl, population 160.

Nakhl is the only place of importance in central Sinai (in fact this is the centre). Here, you can find almost everything that you could need at this point. We needed fuel before we could drive to Ras al-Gindi. First thing you'll see on your left hand-side just before entering Nakhl 'centre', is a hotel. There are more, but more about these later. There are at least two fuel stations and a couple of 'supermarkets'. I would avoid the one just next to the CO-OP fuel station at the roundabout in the centre. This is the place where we experienced the refilled bottle scam (see earlier in this travelogue). And what's more, their prices are ridiculous. They can double at the last moment for no reason. Bargaining is what you'll have to do here. And hard ! Save yourself the trouble and cross the roundabout where you'll see a place just marked 'Supermarket'. All products are conveniently placed so that you can immediately see what's available. Everything has a price tag on it, only in Arabic though. As in so many other occasions it really, really pays off to learn the numbers. It's little trouble and very easy. The shop owner of course suspected that we couldn't read them and asked more. I just said : "So, you want xx pounds (the real, tagged price) for that (pointing to it), eh ?" He said : "Ah yes, that IS xx (my price) pounds." If you want, you can then start bargaining, but he won't come down. What he likes to do, is rounding down the totals. It's a very friendly and helpful man though. Ask for directions to the bakery here. I can also point it out to you : coming from the direction we came (Bir at-Thamada) continue straight from the roundabout (or coming out of the Supermarket, turn right immediately). After 200 meters or so you'll see the telephone office on your left. Continue on for another 300 meters approximately. The bakery is the last house on the left (any similarity to a well-known movie is purely coincidental). It's a small free-standing building and is unmarked. Normally you'll see some people (mostly soldiers) queuing at the small window. Take a look inside. The people will be surprised to see you. The breads come fresh out of the oven and are delicious. We paid E£2 for twenty. Egyptians pay half, but that's normal I heard (from several persons, not here), as the government pays the other half.
Making international phone calls from the telephone office (directions : see above) here is no problem, be it that there can be long waits (one or more hours).

Ras-al-GindiWe had everything we needed, so we headed for Ras al-Gindi, which features the fortress of Salah ad-Din. It's along the road to Ras Sudr on a distinctive hill that can already be seen on the right hand-side from miles away. This main road is not very good because of potholes, but they're well navigable. The road up the hill is easy to miss. We certainly were puzzled on how to get up. But, we were lucky : a soldier that we gave a lift to his base pointed out the track to us. This is it : if you reach an army base on your left, just near the mountain, then you've come too far. You should have turned right before. It's a small unpaved road that is almost invisible. It has a bad surface, but nevertheless it was perfectly driveable for the Suzuki. You can only drive a limited distance. From there on, you have to continue on foot. If you're reasonably fit, it's not too hard. We made it all the way up in less than ten minutes. And, if you can't find it, try to get help from the soldiers at the nearby army posts. There's one really near (like I said before), and there's one a couple of kilometres further down the road, direction Sudr. Often, you'll see the army men strolling on the road. They will be very glad to get a ride. This makes it very easy to ask them about the fortress route. Once up, you can see what remains of this castle.

Due to its strategic position it has been heavily damaged during the last Sinai wars. Still, some parts are relatively unharmed. It's all there to give you an impression how it once looked like : the defensive walls, a watchtower, a mosque, the living quarters, the underground water reservoir, the holes through which the carrier-pigeons were released,... Some of the entrances and windows have interesting and good-looking engravings.

You may not be too impressed by these ruins, but you will be by the breathtaking view over the surrounding (North) Sinai Desert that you get. It's really mind-blowing ! This place can easily compete with the mountain scenery from the south, I think.

After this trip, we went back to Nakhl. Like I probably mentioned before, there's little of interest here. Nakhl is built along the Suez-Taba road, which crosses some of the southern expansions of the Wadi al-Arish. This important connection was always defended by the fortress of Nakhl. Unfortunately, it has been damaged during the wars. This is what I heard. I asked around about it, but nobody could point it out to me. I could only suppose that conditions are too harsh in the desert to be bothered by your own history.

Now for the hotels: there are some, although not many foreigners want to stay the night here. There's the one that I mentioned in the introduction to Nakhl (near the CO-OP fuel station). I can't remember its name but it's the one that I'd check out if I would stay here again. The other ones are situated to the east of the roundabout, along the road to Thamad and Taba. What I heard, is that one called the Al-Rai is good. Rooms should be around the E£25 tag.
We chose another one, accidentally, when we were looking for the Al-Rai. When we came to the end of the built-up area along this road, we decided to ask directions in a restaurant in a hexagonal or octagonal shape (there's no sign bearing a name. It's painted red, you'll notice it if you drive there; it's past the last fuel station on the left). The waiter didn't understand a word of English. He said : "Ah hotel !" and signed us to come along with him. We walked to a small, square building that was about 30 meters behind the restaurant. In it were some bungalow-style rooms without toilet. There was a shared bathroom outside. The room was rather clean (although not too). The toilets were (literally) shit. Nevertheless, I thought that we could as well spend the night there. "How much is it ?" The man wrote down E£50 !! A ridiculous price for such a room. I suggested E£20, and eventually we came to a price of E£35. This seemed to be less than their normal asking price as the waiter sent off someone to ask the manager if this was all right. He returned 5 or 10 minutes later. It was okay. The price was still too much for my liking, but I considered that they probably try to take as much advantage of tourists as possible in this God-forsaken hole. So, what the heck. I said : "So that's the price for one night, right ?" "Yes. One night !" "Okay. We'll take it. Is breakfast included ?" The man didn't understand my reply at all, and instead of answering my question, he started to count the hours, pointing them out on his watch : "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one,.... One night !" I said : "Yes. One night. Tomorrow we leave." He didn't understand. The counting restarted. And afterwards, about fifteen times more. Really, no joke ! I started to suspect that he wanted us to leave at one o'clock in the night. I told that to my friend, who answered : "Don't be crazy, man. What kind of reasonable person would do that? He probably doesn't understand what you mean and wants to know if you'd like to stay only one night." I thought he was right, but anyway took the waiter's arm and counted on : "One, two, three, four, five, six", meaning 'we leave at six o'clock in the morning'. He didn't understand and said : "No ! No ! One ! One night !" "Yes, one night !", I replied. I got tired of it and just said to him that it was okay, and that we'd take it. He wanted our passports and immediate payment. We complied. "Good night !" He left us. We were hungry and went to the 'hotel' 's restaurant. A menu was not available. Our friend, the waiter, was at it again, understanding less than nothing. It turned out they had only chicken soup and roasted chicken 'n' rice. Fine by us. Everything was served almost cold. It was expensive too. No doubt, the fifteen pounds we had bargained off the room had been added to this bill again. Also this, I had expected. I realised that we'd been very stupid staying here in the first place, and even more so by eating here. Picking another restaurant would have been a smarter move. Problem is that I suffered from a terribly upset stomach from the chlorinated water that I had drunk. Or was it caused by something else ? I didn't know, but it hurt, so I was easily pleased that day and didn't bother too much.

As there's not much to do in Nakhl (nothing, really), we decided to go to bed early that night (around eight). Luckily we had done so, because it was quarter to one in the night when there was a pounding on the door. I opened it and there he was, our passports in his hand : the waiter ! One last time - with a big smile on his face - he re-started his counting procedure. I continued on again until six o'clock, but he said "No ! No !", meanwhile rubbing his fingers together in the commonly known gesture, meaning 'money'. I thought "F**k you, man ! Let's leave !" I was really tired of this smart-arse. We packed our stuff and five minutes later left in a cloud of dust.

After a while, we arrived at the village of Thamad. It's a very quiet place and there's a cafeteria where you can have some tea or a small lunch. My friend had some. I stayed in the car, because I was close to throwing up (probably because I ate on an already upset stomach).
When I was sitting there, I realised that there's much more traffic on the Sinai roads at night than during the daytime. No private cars, though. Not one ! It were all trucks and buses. There was one of them every seven minutes (average).
We continued a few kilometres and decided to catch some more sleep. Otherwise, we would miss too much of the scenery, which is just the point of coming here. We drove onto a small stretch of sand, a little off-road, where we were safe for the trucks. It was incredible how well you could see the stars here. Everything was so peaceful that I actually didn't mind that we had been kicked out of our room. I gazed for some more minutes, then decided to take a nap. It wasn't so bad, 'cause the Suzuki is a comfortable car to sleep in. First we were there in our T-shirts. After a while we had to put on a pullover. Then, we covered ourselves with a large towel. Finally, it was so cold that we had to force ourselves in our sleeping bags. I'd highly recommend taking one with you in the Sinai. It gets really cold at night ! We would find that out even better, later in Katrina. Even if you don't use it for the cold, it's also convenient to use in dirty beds.
A couple of hours later we woke up. The sun was already shining. There was no more traffic (or very little indeed). I felt surprisingly good, my stomach was okay. We left for Taba.

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, Along the Suez Canal

Chapter Four - Along the Suez Canal

The road along the Suez Canal is a toll road from near Qantara until near Port Said. It costs E£1.25 either way. On entering the Port Said area, it is quite easy to pass customs and forget to declare any goods you bring in (especially electrical devices), because you just start to notice the customs when you've already driven past them and then you say "Oh, well, what the heck." Unfortunately, it's impossible to forget to do so on the way back, as you will be stopped by the officials. In our case, the trunk of the car was very briefly searched and that was it. You'll get a customs receipt.

The Suez Canal HousePort Said is a change. Modern shops and restaurants. Easier traffic. Wide boulevards. It's a relaxing place to spend some time, even days, although there's almost nothing to do in the line of sight-seeing. Most beautiful is - as commonly known - the Suez Canal House. Regrettably, it's not open to the public and there was no point in trying to talk our way past the guards. The best option to get a good look, is to take the free ferry to Port Fouad. The crew is very friendly.

At the entrance to the canal, on the north side of Sharia Palestine, one can still see the stone pedestal from which a stone De Lesseps gazed over his creation. In 1956 he was removed from it and thrown in his own canal. Sharia Palestine is probably also the best place to look at the ships entering and leaving the Canal.
We arrived at about 10am at the Military Museum. It looked open but it wasn't. A looksee in the garden was satisfying enough.

Best hotel deal was the Hotel de la Poste. A really clean double off the street with private bath, TV and refrigerator was E"27, breakfast not included. As a matter of fact, I found this hotel the best deal during the whole journey. The manager is a very polite man.

Ismailia indeed is the most picturesque of the canal towns, the east side that is. The peaceful feeling emerging from this city, together with its colonial-looking mansions, reminded me of some places in Sri Lanka. The fact that there's really nothing much to do, is just the point of coming here.

Ismailia's Museum is very interesting. Entrance is E£3, photography another five. Like in the Greco-Roman museum in Alex, you have to leave your bags at the entrance and take only with you what you need. The problem here is that the bags are unattended and just stand there. The guard was a very friendly guy, pointing out the most interesting objects to us, some really obvious. Highlight of the collection ? For us, this was of course the great mosaic. For him, it was a small phallus (about 3 centimetres. Erect). During our visit, a bus-load of school girls dropped by the museum. Within a few minutes, WE were the highlight of the collection. It was a pleasant surprise. The boldest of them tried to start up a small conversation to impress their friends. One of them, a real daredevil, asked me if her friend could take a picture of the both of us (me and her, that is). Most of the time, Muslim girls and women are so reserved in public. So this was a pleasant surprise.

I didn't find the nearby Garden of the Stelae really worth the (small) trouble of asking permission from the museum. The view from the street is - as is the case with the Military Museum in Port Said - satisfying enough. A better place for a walk are the Mallaha Gardens, of which the surroundings should especially appeal to lovers of Egyptian (read : French) drawbridges. There are some fine examples of these. From the tip of land at the end (or the beginning) of the Sweetwater Canal, there's a good view of the Suez Canal (or Lake Timsah, if you wish). It's not a wide view, but a photogenic one.

On the triangle between the two gardens (the one of the stelae and the Mallaha) there's a nice Banyan tree. It's at the diversion to the ETAP Hotel.
I read somewhere that at the Canal near the Customs House, a watchtower has been built from which there are excellent views of passing convoys. It was supposedly situated between a Coptic church and a mosque. We searched for it, but couldn't find it. The many people we asked, couldn't help either.

Another place we had trouble with finding it, was the De Lesseps' house. It's not really difficult to actually find, but it's easily overlooked, because much of the front gardens around here are not so well kept and overgrown. When I found it at last, I couldn't visit it. However, it should be possible if you can get permission from the Suez Canal Authority.

Mohammed Ali Quay (where this house is to be found) along the Sweetwater Canal is a very nice place for a stroll. This is a good place to meet some locals.
The totally out-of-the-way youth hostel immediately makes an ultra-clean impression. It's a good place to stay if you want to spend some time on the beach. The beaches are very nice around here. Near the street is an information booth. It wasn't manned though. The information that the people at the reception/information desk inside can provide is also very (and too) limited.

Much better located, but also more expensive, is the El-Salam Hotel. A clean double with a nice interior (including TV, fridge, private bath) was E£43, including breakfast. The hotel's restaurant is quite good, although a bit expensive. However, it's the greatest place to sit in the evening and watch the street as literally hundreds of people pass by.

I asked for some chips with my kofta here. What I got, was a bag of crisps on a plate, topped with a slice of cucumber. Like in Belgium, crisps are called chips here. I couldn't help laughing loudly when the waiter served me this 'dish'. He clearly didn't understand. So, remember, don't ask for chips if you want French fries. Better to ask for 'pommes frites'.

The receptionists are all very friendly and helpful here. Another great place to hang out in the evenings - if you want to be part of the promenading yourself - is the small park near the passports office at Midan al-Gomhurriya.

The best place to eat that I tried out, was no doubt King Edward's. I didn't find it hellishly expensive (not cheap either) and the food is very good. This is also the place where local youngsters hang out to play pool. So, I you want to have a go and challenge one of them, you know where to head to now. You don't have to eat if you don't feel like it. For meat, the King Edward restaurant was a lot better than the El Gandool. Over there, we ordered roasted chicken, but what we got on our plate looked more like a lump of burned wood taken out of the fireplace. It wasn't so cheap either (and really expensive if you make the price/quality balance). What is really good about this place, are the amazingly clean and modern toilets, so if you're desperate, this could be the place to consider having a soft-drink.

Ismailia street scene We also discovered that Sharia Sultan Hussein is the place to watch out for touts and scoundrels. It also seems that someone at the Crocodile Inn has a hand in this as all these people try to steer you thither. No matter if you want lodging, food, telephone, souvenirs, or whatever : the Crocodile Inn will have it. After so many meetings with friendly and helpful persons, it is all too easy to fall into a trap. My friend wanted to call home, so we asked directions to the telephone office (my guide was still in the hotel room). "Telephone office ? Come !" We're taken by the arm and before we know we are standing at the reception in the Croc Inn. We don't want to phone from here, but we think asking for the price is not harmful. "About 55 Pounds for six minutes, sir." That's not unreasonable, so we can as well call from here. My friend has the number dialled for him and connection is made. Not a clear connection as the only thing that we hear is noise. We let the receptionist listen and he says something in the line of "OK, put down the phone." My friend does so. The receptionist writes down something on a piece of paper now. It's the bill ! Fifty-five pounds ! My friend protests, and immediately the guy who took us by the arm starts up a discussion with the man in Arabic. Suddenly, he doesn't speak English no more. They're not bad at their job, but they surely have never heard of theatre schools. Whether we try to interfere or not, nobody wants to take notice of us. After a while, the street tout has agreed that half the price will do. Sick and tired of this shit, my friend pays. I say to the tout that he can f**k off. Nevertheless, he stays with us to our very hotel. There he demands ten (or eventually five) pounds for helping us so much. We ignore him and walk up to our rooms. End of the story. This was not the only 'incident' on Sh. Sultan Hussein, but the most typical.

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, Little known pearl of the Delta - Rashid

Chapter Three - Little known pearl of the Delta: Rashid

The roads from Alex to Rashid are pleasant to drive on, often offering nice views. On the way, one also passes through some traditional-looking villages. Rashid was also the most pleasant city to drive around in, although the roads are narrow, unpaved and covered with garbage. It really hád something !

There are 22 Ottoman era houses scattered all over the city. The best one to start with - although not really the most beautiful one - is Bait Arab Qali. It houses the Rosetta National Museum. Entrance costs E£5. The museum mainly has artefacts and utensils related to the Ottoman life, but also has a copy of the famous Rosetta stone (you know, the stone which led to the deciphering of the Egyptian hieroglyphs; the original is in the British Museum in London). This is also the only thing worth photographing inside (the interior is not beautiful at all). A permit to do so, costs an outlandish E£10 ! However, normally a ticket in either one of the Ottoman houses allows visits to all the other ones. In practice, this seems to pose some problems. As this IS the National Museum you should expect the people at Bait Arab Qali to be able to point out directions to and give information about the other houses, but they speak little or no English. A much better help are the people in the streets. They are so happy that finally a tourist has come to their city, they will often accompany you to the place you asked about.

souqIn one of the houses there's a very good map of Rashid, showing all the places of interest (there are over 40 !). Interesting detail : you normally cannot visit this house as it's an office ! The National Museum doesn't seem to have a map, an office (this one) has ! I can't remember the name of this house, but I know the way to it. If you have the Gallal house (there's also a neighbouring one (Ottoman, of course)) on your right, continue on. Head to the right into the souq, then take the first street on the left. The office is on the right at the first crossing you'll then come to.
The souq is very lively and colourful. Certainly worth a stroll. The merchants are very happy to see foreigners.
Most beautiful of all the houses - for me - was Bayt al-Amasyali. Its interior is much better than the Arab Qali. The al-Fatayri supposedly can't be visited as it also has been turned into an office.

A few kilometres from the city centre, towards Alexandria, lies the Qait Bay Citadel. It is very easy to find. From the Arab Qali house, head past the flower clock to the Nile (about 100 meters). Then take the road, direction Alexandria. At all times, stay right, so keep driving as close to the Nile as possible. You will come to Qait Bay. It is near this place that the Rosetta Stone was found. Almost no tourists seem to make it here. The French fortress itself looks as new. Climb onto the defensive walls and enjoy the good views over the Nile. You can see the mouth of this Rashid branch of the river in the distance. Entrance to Qait Bay is E£6 (students half). Photography is free for once.

There are a couple of hotels in Rashid: the Makkah and the al-Nil. I have no more information on them. The Delta is a great place to drive around in as the roads are good and the countryside is lush and green.

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, Heading for Alexandria

Chapter Two - Heading for Alexandria

So, we wanted to start our travels from Cairo. I didn't want to go downtown, I needed to stay around the airport, for example in Heliopolis. I took the LP guide to check out which hotels we could stay in. It turned out there weren't listed any. Here are the ones I found :

5 star : Le Meridien Heliopolis (Tel. 290-5055), Cairo Mövenpick Heliopolis (Tel. 291-9400), Heliopolis Sheraton (Tel. 290-2027), Sonesta Hotel (Tel. 262-8111), Swissotel Cairo (Tel. 245-5155)
4 star : Baron Hotel Heliopolis (Tel. 291-2468), Novotel Cairo Airport (Tel. 291-8577)
3 star : Beirut Hotel (Tel. 662347), Cairo Airport Hotel (Tel. 666074), Caesar's Palace Hotel (Tel. 245-7241), Egyptel Hotel (Tel. 290-2515), Heliopark Hotel (Tel. 245-1346), Horeya Hotel (Tel. 290-3472)

I don't know the prices of these hotels, because I didn't bother to ask them. They would be too high for my liking anyway. One that I can recommend is the one that I stayed in. It's not really cheap, but as I said, I suppose there aren't any cheap places here. It's this one :
2 star : Gabali Hotel

I can't remember the address or telephone number. I'm sorry, I lost them. But every taxi driver knows it. The rooms have private toilet/bath with hot water. There's air-conditioning, a fridge and a colour TV. A double goes for E£87 or E£90. This price includes a good breakfast. I suppose there are cheaper rooms too, but as our plane only came in at around midnight, I didn't have a lot of time to 'shop around'. The night before I still had been working night shift, so my only trouble was getting off the street. There's a restaurant with really good food, though a bit pricey. They play MTV all the time and loud ! When we were there, some elder Arabs were having some drinks. MTV's Headbanger's Ball was on. Loud. Nobody cared. This was really great ! I can't imagine my parents sitting there. Try the Steak Poivre. It's excellent and the chef also makes nice decorations with veggies (like the Chinese do).

The Desert Highway from Cairo to Alexandria is a toll way. It costs E£1 either way. On our way on this road, we visited two of the Coptic monasteries at Wadi Natrun.

First we went to the most isolated of them all : Deir al-Baramus. I didn't find it thát isolated. A rather good road leads to it. At the gate, we signed in and drove on, within the walls. The people were really surprised to see us. First of all, because not many tourists seem to make it this far. Secondly, because the monks were in the Lent. We were (luckily) allowed to visit anyway. One of the monks was more than happy to show us around. He told us that during the Lent visitors can normally only come in the week-ends, but when they show up during the week, they will be accepted because they don't know the Lent rules.

The monk was a very friendly man who spoke excellent English and German (he had lived in Germany for a while). Over tea, he told us about the Coptic Church and the dispute with the Greek-Orthodox. According to him, this is almost settled now, as the two Churches have agreed on the core of the problem (the divinity of Jesus), but there are still some details to settle. He was a bit reluctant to talk about Muslim fundamentalism. "There are no problems between Copts and Muslims", he said, "They live together in harmony. There are just a few of these fundamentalists. In Egypt they are people who are not really interested in religion. They just want the power and reign."
We were shown through the monastery. It is named after St. Borromaeus. The two founders, pupils of St. Makarios, died within three days after one another and are supposedly buried in the crypt under the main altar of the main church. In the year 316 an evil man came to the Baramus monastery. He would become known as the Black Moses. Coming in the church, he was so impressed that he decided to stay there until his sins were forgiven. After that he founded his own monastery that survived until the 15th century. Moses the Black was killed during a Bedouin attack in the year 408 at the age of 92, together with seven confraters. His relics have been placed in the old church of St. Baramus. It is this church with its many domes that is the most interesting of the whole complex. Throughout are the remains of beautiful icons. The main hall of the church is divided into three sanctuaries. The first is the 'true' church. It could be entered by all baptised and true believers. The middle part was for all the baptised, who didn't fully understand all prayers, etc. The final, last part was for those who were interested in becoming a believer, but hadn't been baptised yet. There is a small font here. In the SW corner of this third part is an original pillar of the old church. All the rest has been restored after Bedouin raids. In the NW corner we find the baptisterium with a really big font. At that time many adults were baptised and the baptising itself was by complete submersion. West of this is the chapel of St. George. The old refectory can be found in the south. The table is divided in three parts to separate the monks by 'monastic age'. Near the ground one can see a row of holes. These holes are in fact built-in clay pots that were used to store food. The pots could be closed off so the food was protected from desert rodents. Some of these (bigger) pots can be seen somewhere in the monastery garden.

Walking from the main church to this garden, we come across an original olive press. Nearby is the fortress in which the monks retreated during Bedouin attacks. At the time of our visit it was undergoing restoration. In the east we can find the church of St. John, the second of the complex. It was built in the previous century and restored in 1981. It has a beautiful iconostasis. When we exit the monastery through the old entrance (where you can still see the pulley that was used to bring in or lower food and things), we can see a big, concrete pi (the Greek letter). This is the place where there's supposedly one of the disappeared monasteries hidden under the sand.

After the Baramus monastery we headed for that of St. Bishoi. The monks over there were also in the Lent, of course, they're Coptic too. To make things a bit worse, it was also way after six. So, normally, visitors shouldn't have been allowed. The guy at the gate was really very friendly, although he only spoke Arabic and I didn't understand a thing of what he said. We 'chatted' for such a long time that a monk showed up to see what was going on. It didn't take very long to convince him to let us in. He said it would have to be a brief visit, for above reasons. Fine by us. We were shown through the monastery, but - as we were told - briefly.

According to the monk, the well in the garden was where the bodies of the '49 martyrs' (whose bodies are now at the Makarios monastery) were thrown in after the slaughter that once occurred here. Furthermore, the old church is interesting. Check out the acoustics. They differ, depending on where you stand. The monk told us that originally the domes were made out of wood. Later they were replaced by stone. That's why the supporting walls also had to be reinforced. So, much of the old building has disappeared. At the time of our visit, the church was undergoing restoration work.

Coming from the garden well, turn left before the church and walk after it. You'll come to the old cells of the monks. Our guide told us that they are still in use, provided that somebody wants to move into them. Apparently, nobody wants to. All the monks have their rooms in a new building outside the old monastery. Not far away are the quarters of the workers. The monk tells us that many of them come from Upper Egypt and that they are very poor people. Here, they still don't earn much money, but they get free lodging, food, medicines,... "Especially the sanitary standards are much higher than what these people are used to", the father tells us. In fact, he tells us a whole lot more, and soon it's much later and we still have to drive to Alexandria.

In Alex we stayed some days in Hotel Leroy. In found it very conveniently located, especially as it's almost in front of the passport office. One thing that must be noted, is that this hotel (read : the hotel's lift) is not for the faint-hearted or people who have fear of heights. When we arrived (at night) and took the lift up, we didn't manage to get into the hotel. Several times up and down and with the help of somebody who lives in the small place on the right of the entrance at ground level, we finally did. The next day, when we took the lift down (in daylight), we saw that it was an 'outside' lift (hanging outside the building). Some of the rusted steel cables holding it up were raffled. Not a pretty sight for my friend, who's already not very fond of these devices. It also starts and stops with a power that makes you levitate like a Buddhist monk. A room was E£30 per night for a double with private bathroom but no balcony, breakfast included. The hotel makes a bit of a neglected impression in places - especially the restaurant - but the beds are clean enough. The staff is very friendly and helpful. Most of all, Ali, the porter. He showed us the way to a restaurant (of our choice), to the telephone office, some shops, etc. He also offered us some soft drinks underway. Never did he want any money for his services (though he was a poor man). Only after we insisted several times, he accepted a tip. Which he refused to take as baksheesh; he rather regarded it as 'help', because "we were his friends".

In case you need parking space, there's paid parking on Sharia Salah Salem. When the passports office is on your left, turn left beside it. Then walk to Sh. Salah Salem and turn right in it. The parking is about 200 meters down it, on your left. It never got clear to me what the tariff really was, but it averaged E£4 per 12 hours.

Getting the passports registered was very straightforward. You have to fill in three identical registration forms each. Registration in Alex can also be done at the Montazah police station (near the railway station) without problems.

There's little or nothing left of ancient Alexandria. The sites of the mouseion and library were a real disappointment. I didn't know what to think of the place where Alexander's tomb is supposed to be, now that recent excavations may have revealed his burial site near Siwa Oasis. What I did like on Sharia an-Nabi Daniel, was the Jewish synagogue. According to some sources, it serves about 100 people. It was impossible to enter as a non-Jew, however the guard on duty didn't mind at all that I took photographs of it.
I found the Roman theatre particularly beautiful and a tidy place. To the left of it, recent excavations have uncovered the remains of Roman baths. The women in the ticket booth, who speak good English, should be able to tell you more about it all. Entrance and photography fees are still the same (better don't mention the E£150 video fee).

Also the Greco-Roman museum is a great place to visit. Take a look also at the mosaic depicting life in the Delta during the Greek period. Entrance is E£8 and another E£10 extra for photography (the ticket was never checked though). At the entrance some people (apparently all Egyptian) have to walk through a metal detector. All bags have to be left too (I had to take my lenses out of my camera bag and carry them). Strangely enough, this rule doesn't seem to apply to women.

The Pompey's Pillar and Serapeum grounds seem to be well-tended and are pleasant to walk around in. On the acropolis you find the column and some sphinxes. On the way up, there's also a huge, ancient scarab which is touched by many a visitor for good luck. The pillar itself is of course only what it is : a pillar. Some people were more or less disappointed, but what can you expect of a place called Pompey's Pillar ? In fact, the pillar seems to cover a ventilation shaft (our guide acknowledges that). You can see a square cut out of the pillar base, through which - if it weren't so narrow - you could look inside. Under it (not exactly) is the place where the Apis bull (in the Greco-Roman museum) was found. It was closed off with a gate and could not be entered. On the opposite side are some underground galleries that you cán enter. Their use was not immediately clear to me and due to contradictory explanations (our guide says it was a library, or thé library), I decided that nobody really knows. Of course, the self-appointed guide (whom you also need to unlock the 'library') expects a tip.

Alexandria backstreetsA short walk through an interesting but poor neighbourhood took us to the catacombs of Kom ash-Shuqqafa. After paying the entrance fee (which is not high... Luckily !), we were approached by a 'guide'. At first I was a bit reluctant, but I decided to take my chances with him anyway. I think that visiting catacombs is always much more interesting with a guide, because they know the fine details that make particular catacombs interesting (some good examples are also to be found on Malta : those of St. Paul and St. Agatha. Over there, I first visited without, then with a guide. The difference was enormous !).

Before going underground, it might be interesting to take a look at the Hellenistic tomb that can be found on the way from the ticket booth. This tomb was not found at this location but west of the city, in the Sharia Tigrane Pasha. It was dismantled and built up again at this site. The paintings are beautiful, especially in the side niches. As usual in these times, it consists of a mixture of pharaonic and Greco-Roman styles.

The catacombs themselves consist of three accessible levels. It's suspected that there are two more which are now still flooded. Modern technology is used now to pump out the soil water. Maybe within five years another tier will be cleared. The water could be pumped out more rapidly if they would suck it from e.g. the rotund. But as the catacombs are cut in the sandstone, such technique would cause them to collapse. Therefore, it is pumped from calculated positions. I asked our guide how they're so sure that there are two more levels. He said : "We're not. There can as well be three more, or even only one. But at least, there is one more."

The guide spoke very good English and really took his time to show us everything in detail. The main feature of ash-Shuqqafa is what I will denote as the chapel. It's particularly beautiful with great paintings and sculptures, which - again - show the mixing of Hellenistic-pharaonic styles. Interesting here is, that the lid of the main sarcophagus has never been lifted. The sarcophagus was accessed from another way. You know, the chapel is surrounded by a U-shaped gallery. Well, if you stand in front of it and you enter the gallery to the right (you'll have to stand on planks between stones in the water), you will see a square hole in the left wall. This is how the sarcophagus was accessed.

The banquet hall is also impressive. The U-shaped bench is not a table (as I heard an American woman tell to her kids). In these times, people were lying down to eat. Also here (on the stone 'bench'). A wooden table would be placed in the middle of the U.
In the so-called Caracalla rooms an enormous amount of bones was found. At first, it was thought that they were the bones of the people slaughtered in a mass-murder in 215 AD. Investigation has shown that this is not true. The lot of the bones are from horses. Emperor Caracalla had something with horses, seemingly, like his even crazier predecessor Caligula. The size of the niches confirms this, as well as the horse bones that are on display. The rooms were probably meant to be expanded. In some places the traces of the chiselling can be clearly seen.
The horses' bones are indeed the only you'll see in the catacombs. According to our guide, the archaeologist who worked here after the discovery has buried the skeletons in an unknown place somewhere in Alexandria.

When we got out of the underground, I looked at my watch and saw that we'd been down for over an hour. So, the man who had acted as our guide had been with us for a total of about 90 minutes. Once upstairs he wished us a good day and started walking off. I had to catch up with him to give him a well-deserved tip !

I found the mosque of Abu al-Abbas Mursi really beautiful. Under it is a bazaar with some good shops.

Ceiling painting, Royal Jewelry MuseumThe Royal Jewellery Museum was one of the highlights of Alexandria. Entrance is E£10, photography is extra. I found the building itself not really impressive. The interior is much better. The stained-glass windows are really beautiful and are a guarantee for great photographs. I have them lying here before me and the colours really look like ink ! Also, the paintings on the ceilings are great. Topping it all were the bathrooms. Incredible ! They have it all : stained-glass windows, painted ceilings AND beautifully painted tiles and decorated walls.
The bathrooms are cordoned off, but if you're alone and there are no other people around the guards will let you walk around on the mosaic floors, allowing a close-up view. Whether this is a nice thing to do, is up to you, but it certainly allows for great shots ! Of course, the guard expects to be paid for this privilege. And his mate(s) too ! Why ? Well, I was tramping around in one of the bathrooms when I was spotted by another guard. He got upset and told me to get out of there immediately. The one that allowed me in started shouting to him to go away and that he had given permission (or something). And that's what the second one does : he walks off, just to come back before I leave, to collect his tip. Crazy, I know, but I didn't care about that really. I had some great pictures to take home. Also, of course, of the jewellery, which is there in abundance. Stunning and absolutely priceless, like all the royal Jewellery in the world.

The Montazah Palace gardens are a good place to relax. You can enter the grounds by car. It costs E£2 per person. There are also some fast food restaurants over here, including a Pizza Hut. Here we met a very friendly girl who was studying languages at the Alexandria branch of the American University. She was the most talkative of all the females we met on our trip. And, the best-looking !...:-)

Other sights in Alexandria :
- The Monument for the Unknown Soldier. To be found on the southernmost point of the eastern harbour, on Sharia 26 Yuliyu.
- Shallalat Park. About one kilometre north-east of the station lies the Shallalat- or Waterfall Park. It's cut in two by Sharia al-Hurriya and named after the constructions created by a French architect, using remains of the old city walls.
Back towards the station one will find the beautiful new Alexandria Stadium. It is decorated with classical statues of athletes and Latin texts.

Egypt: Land of the Pharaohs, Introduction

Chapter One - Introduction

Rather than visiting the very touristy places in Egypt, my friend and I mainly confined ourselves to the less frequented Alexandria, Nile Delta, Suez Canal, Sinai, and Red Sea coast (except Hurghada). I'd like to give you some info on and thoughts about some of the places we visited. Don't kill me if some of the history and similar are a little bit wrong. As I don't speak any Arabic, much of it was recounted to me in broken English and gestures, so I may have misinterpreted something. Nevertheless, I think almost everything should be correct.

I'd heard horrible stories about the tipping in Egypt, the baksheesh, but I can only say that I didn't come across many baksheesh beggars and we dealt with and talked to hundreds of people. The ones who did ask were mainly children and I doubt if they were really that bad after piastres and pounds. They were rather calling out for "Money, money" (they almost never used "baksheesh") as a demonstration of their limited English, which further comprised "Hello", "Welcome (to Egypt)", "Thank you" and "Bye-bye". In fact, this was the complete vocabulary of most Egyptians. But even so, I found 95% of them very friendly and helpful people. Maybe this was because we weren't in Upper-Egypt, but I suppose much depends on the attitude you yourself adopt.
Many Western people I met were clearly worried, because they had heard stories from other Westerners, who had in fact done not much more than visit the country very briefly on over-organised Nile cruises. It's not surprising that when they get off their boats, jump into a bus filled with other tourists and drive to an archaeological site, they are greeted by a bored Egyptian wanting not much more than their money. He sees thousands of Western tourists. A tourist means money. It's his way of making a living. If he is the only type of person one meets, one is bound to get a false impression of Egyptians as a whole.
So tip when you have to tip, and make sure that it's enough. If you don't see a need to tip, you shouldn't. The people know that they're asking for something they don't necessarily deserve. Some examples:

- At the Pyramid of Meidum:
I purchase my E£8 entrance ticket and an "indoor photography" permit for E£5. I walk into the site and am approached by two locals who want to show me through the pyramid and nearby mastaba. They ask if I have a torch. I do, but it's broken. They try very hard to find me some light. They do, by persuading two other foreigners to lend us theirs. One of them carries my big photography bag through the narrow mastaba corridor - hard work! They help me through, and show me everything, not rushing. On the way out, one of them quietly asks for a tip, using the well-known fingers movement. They have really done me a favour and I give him a good tip. He's happy and they show me to the pyramid. Same story here and on exiting his friend asks for his reward. I give him exactly the same as his friend. He's happy too. The visit is finished. Except, when I say good-bye, the one says I also owe E£20 for the photography I have done inside ("you took at least 20 photos"). I smile and show him my photography permit. He smiles back, but in a way which indicates "nice piece of paper, but it's of no use to me". They didn't show me anything special, and have already been paid, so I don't reckon they deserve more and that's what I try to tell him. He smiles and offers to "let me go" for E£15. Then E£10, ... E£5. I keep smiling and refusing, saying "No, nothing!". They start smiling normally, say "OK, sir!", wish me all the best for the rest of my journey and "Thank you for visiting Egypt", and walk off, waving good-bye.

- The porter of the Palace Hotel in Medinet al-Faiyum:
He carries our backpacks to our car, parked quite legally across the street. It had been there since the day before.
Me: "Thank you very much, sir. Here's a tip."
Porter: "Thank you. And five more for the car, please."
Me: "The car?"
Porter: "Yes. It has been standing here all night. Five pounds, please."
Me: "No, I'm sorry. I'm not paying for that."
Porter (half-threateningly): "No?"
Me (firmly): "No!"
Porter (smiling): "OK. Thank you, sir. Good-bye!"

- Taxi to the Youth Hostel in Ismailia:
Me: "How much is it to the youth hostel, sir?"
Driver (after I explained what the youth hostel is): "Three pounds."
Me: "OK."
After a while we arrive at our destination.
Me: "Here you go. Three pounds."
Driver: "Thank you. Another two, please."
Me: "Two pounds more?? - Why"
Driver: "Well, errrm, ....errrmm, ....OK! Bye-bye!"
Drives off without his extra money, smiling nevertheless.

The opposite happened to us in Alexandria. We stop a taxi to drive to our hotel.
Me: "How much is it to Talaat Harb?"
Driver: "Don't worry about the money."
Me: "No, I'm sorry. I have to know."
Driver: "Get in."
Me: "No. How much, sir?"
Driver: "Well, OK. Two pounds."
After a while we arrive.
Driver: "Here it is, sir. You can get out here."
Me: "Thank you."
We get out. The taxi starts to drive off. The driver waves us good-bye. We sign him to stop. We still have to pay.
Me: "Here's your two pounds."
Driver: "No, sir. Not necessary. Keep it."
Me: "No. Honest is honest. Here you go."
Only after a second time the driver takes his money and leaves. He's smiling and waving until he disappears in the distance. Maybe this sounds unbelievable, but it really happened.

I found Egypt a really safe place to travel around in. Of course, I haven't been everywhere in the country, but where I did go, I felt perfectly safe. Many Egyptians are very concerned about the fact that more and more tourists stay away from their country because they are worried about Fundamentalist terrorism (I overheard some tourists on my return flight saying that the cruise ships they had been on, were only half or 3/4 full). Most Egyptians I talked don't think of it as a real problem. They say it's a tiny minority that causes all the trouble, and they're probably right. The friendliness that we experienced was so overwhelming that it's more than worth the risk! Of course, this is the Middle East and safety is never 100% assured, but if more people would try to set aside their fears, they would find one of the most hospitable countries in the world! Only in the Nile Delta did some locals warn us not to take any strangers with us along the way. Nevertheless, we did and had no trouble.
In Rashid (Rosetta) we asked for directions to Qait Bay. This caused a hefty discussion, in Arabic. At the end of it, somebody got in our car to accompany us for "security reasons". I never saw why, but he looked really worried!
One night, at about 11pm, we arrived in the village of San al-Hagar, near Tanis. I was planning on staying the night there (I had heard there was a E£5 hotel). We drove behind a truck. A couple of bald kids were hanging from its back. They looked at us and suddenly made the "slit throat" sign, without moving a face muscle. I thought they were kidding and laughed at them. One of them jumped off the truck (which was driving about 5 mph), walked to my window and showed me his move a little more up-close. I laughed again, after which he shouted at some adults. They came over, and simply stared at us expressionlessly. The truck turned left and we picked up speed. After a few hundred metres, we stopped to ask for directions. The people ignored us, and walked on. This happened a couple of times. We were clearly not welcome, so decided to move on. This was the only time that we got the feeling something odd was happening. We had asked for directions to Tanis, even took some people with us as far as Al-Husainiya, but no-one advised against going there. And after we had continued on away from San al-Hagar, nobody gave any further signs of hostility.

The food and drinks were generally good. I noticed that the Baraka mineral water that is widely available, is marketed with the support or under supervision of the well-known French Vittel brand. There are some other brands which I consider alright to drink.
On the other hand, we bought a pack of six 1.5l bottles of the only available Nile Mineral Water in a Bedouin "supermarket" in Nakhl (Sinai), before heading off into the desert. We checked the caps of the bottles. They still had the sealing rings on and were firmly closed. The bottles were in a cardboard crate, with a plastic covering factory-melted over them. When we opened them - a long way off-road in the desert - a strong chlorine smell emerged. We immediately suspected a refill. But everything looked so neat, so I thought maybe it had been added in the factory. There was an analysis on the wrapper. It didn't state any chlorine. There was so much of it that all bacteria could only have been dead, so we drank it anyway. It caused me two days suffering with an upset stomach. But I suppose not drinking at all would have caused at least the same.

Having your own car in Egypt is a good way to meet some locals (you'd probably think the opposite). Many people get around by hitch-hiking and will be more than happy to get a lift. We took policemen, soldiers, merchants, all sorts. It was great to talk to them (as long as there was no language barrier). The reactions at the end of the ride can differ a lot. They ranged from a tourist policeman offering us some pounds, to an army man who demanded cigarettes and/or money on top.

There are many cars everywhere. Someone told me that there's been a car boom in the past couple of years. Previously, people couldn't get loans for cars. Now they can and everybody wants one.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Egypt Trip: The Journey Home - Cairo to Heathrow to Manchester (Day 8)

04:20 hrs Room clock alarm went off at 04:20. Both woke up gasping for breath - shock. My watch alarm went off at 04:25. Travel alarm went off at 04:30. By this time Mary had showered and I had rung the girls - who were up.

Paced up and down in an unstable but controlled (only just!) manner, as per Status, until Mary had finished showering. My turn now - Oooo Dear, I have a feeling today is going to be a bit of a trial - enough said.

Downstairs in lobby by 04:55. No need for breakfast as Mary had ordered 4 breakfast boxes to be delivered at 04:45 (plus baksheesh). Checked out having paid for last night's meal in cash LE230 approx. Tip porter and on our way to Cairo airport for the last time. Hardly any traffic so no need to slow down much at the red lights, and not a great deal of need for the hooter. Arrived safely at Airport Departures.

Cairo Airport

Herein was a frenzy of baksheesh, much like sharks feeding off a carcass. 1st the boy who lifted our baggage from the mini-bus onto the trolley, then the driver, then, after we had unloaded from the trolley to the ground in front of the metal detector, for the man who lifted our luggage onto the conveyor to pass through the detector, the lad on the other side who reloaded our luggage onto the trolley (oops - think that was a tenner by mistake) and finally the man who loaded our luggage onto the weighing scales at the flight desk! God Grief - and it all took about 2 minutes tops!

Tickets and boarding passes sorted, so just the forms to fill in - to get past passport control. Whilst I was doing this, Mary was removing from the breakfast boxes - which must have been at least 8 inches square - just the stuff we really wanted - yoghurts, pastries, fruit and drinks, leaving the hardboiled eggs, bread rolls with cheese, bread rolls with salami etc. Little man sweeping the floors was hovering industriously, so Mary asked him to 'dispose' of the rest - which he did with efficiency and big pockets. (Later Mary said that the cleaners could be seen passing round all manner of goods from similar boxes all over the departure lounges!).

Through passport control and into the departure lounge. Ladies worked out what 'Daddy Bank' was getting in Duty Free shops. I found the toilets by the 1st class lounge and, over the next hour or so, gave regular baksheesh to the attendant.

Saw the 4 Canadians, the Belgian couple and several others all going for their respective flights.

Eventually called for our flight - last minute 'baksheesh' for me and on board. This time we had 4 middle seats together. Lots of dozing. Film 'Ride with the Devil' plus some news and sport. Sat still because I was in control (just) as per Status.

Heathrow Airport

Arrived at Heathrow Terminal 4 after about 4 hours flight - 9C - freezing. Made our way to bus and eventually ended up at Terminal 1. Mary's hand luggage was searched by a good natured customs lady. Customs man was taking the Mick because he did 3 (smaller) bags in the time it took her to go through Mary's. Ended up in Gate 5 waiting area watching the start of the British Grand Prix on the TV screen.

No baksheesh required in the toilets here, BUT . . . the auto sensor cuts in to flush the toilet if you lean back a little too far in (justifiable under the circumstances) relief - now that came as a mild surprise.

45 minutes wait and on board the flight to Manchester. Again a bit of a laugh as a) stewardess gets the giggles as the French steward was announcing the safety instructions with some strangled pronunciations and b) as the journey is only 35 minutes long and the cabin crew must be strapped in for take-off and landing, throwing the drinks at us and collecting empties is a bit frenetic! (Gosh is it only a week since I wrote that on the reverse journey??) On the trip the Captain said that those on the left could probably see Silverstone, where the British Grand Prix was being run.

Manchester Airport

Arrived at Manchester Airport where it was sunny and temperature of 22C - balmy for us. Safely negotiated the pick up of luggage and went to where Gresford Taxis had told us to wait. ("Yes I am sure this is where he said to wait . . . Yes, you can look over there if you really want to!" - she did). After 10 minutes of waiting, I decided to return (casually) inside and use 'the facilities'. 5 minutes later the taxi turned up. Loaded and on our way home.

Home at last

All unloaded and into the house by 4ish. Exhausted - everyone opened their post, I checked the plumbing several times. I went to bed about 5ish for a little snooze - feeling 'drained' - well you would wouldn't you? Mary apparently joined me at about 6pm, Lucy also had a lie down at the same time. Katie, having made all the necessary phone calls and got up-to-date sending and receiving emails, had a snack and a little rest. She went out with Megan to the pub quiz at about 8ish. I woke up at about 9:30pm and came downstairs for a little snack. I wasn't properly tired any more so I sat and watched TV. Katie came home at 10:30ish and went to bed. I was finishing watching a film around midnight when Mary appeared at the lounge door wrapped in a towel, half an eyelid away from sleepwalking. "I thought you were in bed next to me" she managed to croak, went and got a drink and then back to bed. This disturbed Lucy who got up, closed her curtains, got undressed and went to bed. Reckon she had over 14 hours sleep!

Next morning no-one stirred (except parts of my alimentary canal) until 10am(ish). Tesco shopping and luggage emptied into piles for washing - holiday is definitely over!!

WHAT A TRIP.