One of the interesting things that we noticed about Egypt is the driving system. They have these legal u-turns every couple of kilometers and the driver needs to go down, do a u-turn, drive back, turn right, do another u-turn and so to eventually get to the destination. There are no turns allowed at intersections. Egyptians also seem to have a strong aversion to seat belts, and they only seem to buckle up when passing police, before unclipping. When Christine asked about this they don’t seem fond and one person actually explained that it was unsafe to wear a seat belt. They of course cited nothing scientific, but merely the “Egyptian mindset”.
The country is also almost entirely Muslim and I believe that I read somewhere approximately 95% of the population is Muslim. Interestingly our drivers name is Islam and our guide/caretaker is Mohamed. I don’t think you could find any names more Muslim than that. Everywhere we go almost every single woman has her head covered, with the clear exception of my darling fair haired wife. Interestingly no one seems to care or even give a second glance at us. This city gets way too many tourists for anyone to be interested in us. Also, my beard and modest tan make me look like I could be a fair Egyptian so some think I am local. This is challenging when I say hello in Arabic and they start chatting with me rapidly in the language and I haven’t a clue what they are saying.
Five times a day we hear the call to prayer from the minarets which are all over the city and country. We have even seen mosques in the middle of nowhere with a minaret to call people to prayer, but there is no one around. I guess they are available for the occasional traveler on the road when prayer time happens.
One of the biggest challenges that Christine is experiencing here is that she is often ignored in conversations and men will focus on me almost to her exclusion. She has been frustrated a number of times when she feels like they don’t even acknowledge that she is there. We try to get her to pay as often and express our decisions so they get a sense that we have an equal relationship, but it is difficult none the less.
After arriving in the city in the afternoon we were dropped off at our hotel, in what turned out to be a very large complex. The complex has almost 400 shops, a large 24 hour grocery store and a 10 screen movie theatre. After spending a relaxing afternoon wandering around, we decided to take in a film. Now anyone who knows me knows how much I love movies and particularly movie theatres (which I get from my dad). This was the first time we went to the movies in almost 4 months, which is probably the longest stretch I have ever gone since I was a teenager. We saw the show 2012, which was a lot of fun and entertaining, on the edge of your seat, thrill a moment scenes.
Thursday morning we were picked up by Mohammed, Islam and our tour guide Mara. The day was interesting because she did not really address me directly and rarely would she look at me unless I was asking her a direct question. Her focus was almost exclusively on Christine, which was a bit of a role reversal to what has usually happened. It was nice for Christine not to be completely ignored.
Mara took us on a tour of some of the city’s famous sites and our first stop was at some catacombs that were built during the Roman times. They were chiseled out of the rock about 100 feet underground and originally designed to house the family of a rich merchant. The design and architecture was an incredible mixture of Egyptian, Roman, and Greek and they were all interwoven seamlessly throughout the structure. At one point in time the building was made public and spaces were carved for an additional 400 tombs, which greatly expanded the space, but did not add much additional artistry.
The tomb was apparently covered over and forgotten about until the early 1900’s when a French archaeologist was passing by and his donkeys hoof fell through the ground. After he extricated the hoof he went on to discover the catacombs. Unfortunately we were not allowed to take pictures down here, so Christine doesn’t have any shots that she can share with all of you.
Best Wishes,
Christine and Hovan
The bit about you being looking local LOL. I had to read it to Matt. I'm in Vancouver for his 30th birthday, I am kinda surprised you did not suspend your vacation to fly back for it...:)
ReplyDeletewoops, that suppose to be, "about you looking local"
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