Egypt. I made it at last.
From the age of 14 I’ve been obsessed with Egypt. Ever since I saw the first documentary on the mystery of the Pyramids and the Sphinx, I made a decision I would see Egypt in the flesh before my days were over. Last June the time had come. I bought my ticket, secured my seat on a young travelers tour group and off I went see the handiwork of the ancients.
The heat was astonishing. Forty five Degrees Celsius from sun up to sun down and with little wind. Cairo was a nut house of car honking, yelling and frantic tourists. By day 7 I had heat stroke and spent 2 days laying in my air conditioned room taking cold showers ever hour.
Day 9 we were out of the city and of to the sites and temples. There is no way I can even attempt to put into words my experience of seeing all those monuments, artifacts and hieroglyphics as I’m still struggling to make sense of it all. The grandness of scale was so far beyond what you have seen in photos and videos that it needs to be experienced first hand in order to really understand how small you are in the whole scheme of life.
Dahab was a relief from the cities with relaxation and ocean breeze to help me try to understand all that I had seen. I can safely say though, that 7 months later I’m not much closer to having assimilated, digested or even comprehend the magnitude of the ancient Egyptians’ creations. A second trip is in order.