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The great pointy things

A few years ago I travelled solo to Egypt where I would meet up with other travellers for the usual gammit of Egyptian experiences; a float down the Nile, a camp in the desert, and a wander in ancient tombs. This is the continuation of my adventure straight out of my old emails to family. It’s such an incredible country I wanted to reshare my journey. Kris

It’s not every day you wake up and think ‘I’m off to visit the Pyramids today’. But how cool is that? So with much excitement and years of preconception built up in my romantic imagination I headed to the the last remaining ancient wonder for a good look around.

I have learn’t that expectation can get you into all kinds of trouble, and the Great Pyramids of Giza are pretty surreal for want of a bigger superlative. They are massive, they are sand blown, and they are swarming with people. I know it’s not de riguer to slag the pyramids, but overall I felt a little underwhelmed by the state of affairs on the site.

Of course it’s curious as to how the pyramids were constructed, and to think about how passionate the Pharaohs must have been about their  spiritual conviction to create them. But for me, I have thought about seeing them for so long that I have probably shot myself in the foot.

Unfortunately the pyramids are covered in rubbish; even as you walk in to the tunnels and gaze into the lower shafts, plastic is the first thing you see. This tainted my overall experience and infuriated me. And when tourists ignore the no camera rule and snap away for the sake of capturing themselves inside the dark inner tomb, I can’t help but say something. Quite loudly. I believe if you can’t even respect the old stuff we are trying to preserve on the planet then what hope have we?

Above ground are the gaudy souvenirs – akin to mini Eiffel Towers in Paris and shiny little Taj Mahals in Agra. But the mystique is quickly broken by pedlars constantly thrusting a miniature pyramid in your face as you try to walk around the site – and they are relentless sales people.

Having said all that I was swept away in the remaining part of my idealistic brain by the cliches long written about. The idea of standing on a site of such history, the camels noisily running around; donkeys being pulled about by small children and the warm wind whipping around the pointy bits against the beige sky.

So just to make sure I took it all in, some new travelling friends and I are heading back for the disco version of the pyramids tonight – the Sound and Light Show. If the sound track accompaniment includes ‘Walk like an Egyptian’ I’m going to bust a lung. Apparently it’s pretty fantastic, oops there’s that expectation creeping in…


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