today I am Omar Sharif
Thursday, December 10th, 2009 | tags: Egypt, today I am |please consider being extremely smooth when delivering your comments by removing sand from all available crevices
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.Listen to the city at night while I watch this sail boat, felucca, cross the Nile after sunset.
Later that evening I experienced the rare treat of watching a whirling dervish. The whirling Dervish are traditionally Sufi people and the dance takes them to another plain of consciousness. Kiddies often discover whirling without any input from religious organisation. Whirling is a natural way of connecting with the earth, in my case normally by falling over. I loved their outfits, the music, the balance, skill and peace.
The sounds of Egypt were so much more beautiful than the sounds of western cities.
Friend in Cairo: we’re meeting a man on the street corner to pick up some bacon
We loitered on a street corner. An old mecedes pulled up, a Egyptain looking man wearing very dark sunglasses, smoking a cigarette, got out of the car holding an unmarked white bag. He looked at us, at my blonde friend and called her name. She walked over.
As a muslim country, rearing pigs, slaughtering them and distributing thier meat is not a high demand business. Listening to my friend and the man talk I heard the fear of the non-muslim.
Friend in Cairo: the children at my school think that you catch swine-flu from pigs, they don’t realise that you catch it from people
The Christians keep pigs, eat pigs. Pig farming in Egypt has stopped. My friend’s bacon supplier talked about how his pig farms used to be hidden in the heart of christian areas, or ex-pat communities (Americans) where the locals don’t worry about them. But now, since swine flu, it’s not safe, people break into the farms and kill the pigs. Now he imports his bacon from other countries.
The man offered us a lift to our next stop, the Cairo antiquities Museum. As he drove he told us his story. He was a native born Egyptian. He left Egypt at 19 to live in the US. There for 20 years. His Egyptain wife missed home so they moved back in 2008. He misses America. He misses the way people drive. Business is getting tougher. He talked to my friend about how she managed to find him. They shared names and places, they were friends of friends in the community of non-muslims.
Picking up the Bacon was so much more symbolic than simply putting food on the table.
The word ‘Coptic’ appears to refer to an Egyptian language spoken in Pharonic times and currently written with the Greek alphabet
The language is now used in the Coptic church, a christian church with it’s own Pope (not the Catholic one). The apostle Mark reputedly bought christianity to Egypt in the first century AD when Egypt was governed by Rome, Emperor Nero
The Copts seceded from the other Christian churches in the 5th century because they rejected the decision of the Council of Chalcedon (451) that Christ had a dual nature, both human and divine, believing instead that he had a single, divine nature
Christianity is now the largest minority Religion in Egypt. About 95% of Egyptians are Muslim. The christains have a difficult relationship with the state, government and some Muslims
The external architecture of the christain churches was such that I found them difficult to spot. The give-away sign was a cross, normally on a dome
I visited the 7th century St. Mary’s hanging church in Coptic Ciaro. Called the ‘hanging’ church because it is built overhanging the Roman gatehouse of old Cairo. This church was increadibly beautiful. Painted walls with motif’s that often looked celtic, arabic writing, gold-leaf
Wall panels were delicately carved wood inlaid with ivory in regular geometric designs. Often straight lines constructed to enable you to see circles and curves. The colours created a warm celebratory atmosphere, very different from the white-washed walls of many Church of England churches. This celebration in art appeals to me.
I was suprised to find the paintings of people (Mary, Jesus, Saints) depicted very pale-skinned people that looked like North Europeans, an over-emphasis on pale skins given the likely colouring of the people portrayed. They were at least portrayed with brown-eyes and dark hair
Alone in a restaruant at lunch time in the daylight. Local people, mostly Muslims, were fasting for Eid. The sea food in this Alexandria restaurant tasted fabulous
I wisely didn’t eat the shrimps
The food poisoning was loitering somewhere-else, probably the salad. Such a tasty salad. I had to cancel my camping trip in the desert because I needed to stay close to something that could deal with high speed bodily emissions. Sigh.
falls mainly when Wendy has arrived on Holiday (not on a plain in Spain).
In Egypt it only rains for a few minutes every year. I managed to make a trip especially to the rain clouds to witness the annual event, live, as it happens, in Alexandria. Can you see the rain cloud sneaking up behind the Alexandria citadel?
Children ran around the street with cloths ready to wipe the local cars clean. There was general excitement. Clearly this was a special social occassion. Warm rain in Alexandria. A wonderful memory.
Here come the Rozzers
Wandering the streets of Cairo was quite tricky. Mainly because it was tricky to avoid the Tourist police on most street corners. They hide in their little houses. Luckily graffitti artists often leave warnings for the tourists. This one helped me disguise myself as a local before I was Policed
Above Cairo, within the Saladin citadel, sits the Ottoman style Muhammad ‘Ali Mosque (1848). An ornate structure that provides water for washing before prayer sits in the centre of an quadrangle. The huge prayer room is lit by hundreds of low-energy light bulbs in glass jars that may once have held candles. Tourists glide around using flash photography with blue plastic boots covering their shoes. I followed my muslim guide’s example and removed my shoes.
Outside the mosque is a panorama across the city. If you listen carefully you can hear the peep-peep-peeping of the traffic below….
Egyptian road traffic (car, people, horses, cows, goats, carts) work out what to do based on local circumstances rather than any obvious rules. A free market for its users, a self-regulating system
Pedestrians. Cairo traffic and roads were a persistent source of fascination. Pedestrians loiter in groups chatting along the roadside, waiting for minibuses and taxes. The spill out onto dual carriageways, they weave between the traffic as the cross roads
Passengers. Health and safety culture here in Egypt is great fun for people who enjoy not having to follow over-documented common sense for those without it. The odd free-standing cow in the back of a truck was a common site
Prangs. I was only involved in one car accident during my stay. Judging by the dents and general ‘finnish’ of the cars ‘minor’ accidents are fairly common and not worthy of repair. After our accident the drivers stopped, got out, and argued passionately with arms waving for about 2 minutes then drove away, calm
Peeps. the car horn mainly says ‘don’t move any closer that’s where I am (going)‘. One of my taxi drivers found this particularly useful when he decided to drive the wrong way down what looked like a one way street. The sound of car horns is a constant background noise to the city.
Sometimes the sound morphs to music before sliding back to
cacophony
How can I visit Alexandria and not know that there is a pillar called Bombay Pompey’s pillar there?
There is some serious tut-tut-tutting going on
I was drawn to Alexandria Library
More wonderful than anticipated. It was highly anticipated. I spent much of the time there sitting, listening to the building, watching the students. The library website has a collection of photographs of the museum, its settings and collections.
The library has a ‘Nobel section’ that is furnished with a replica of the furniture and lighting designed specially for the Nobel Institute in Stockholm and contains the book collections of Nobel Prize Laureates in Literature from 1901-2006. I don’t think that fits strictly with the Dewey Decimal system. It is a socially meaningful way to highlight books ‘I’d like something from the Nobel room please… ‘
There are several museums, a planetarium and a caligraphy centre within the Library. This makes sense to me, being more than a repository of books, being a place to explore the world beyond the here and now. Most libraries are more than a repository of books, this one has so many enticing advantages through imagination, United Nations funding and gifts from many countries.
I had less than an hour at the Library
The library warranted staying in Alexandria for at least a year…. …seeking sponsorship for specialist research…. ….something more than a tourist walkthrough….
SIGH
Egyptian guide: We will go to Bomay’s pillau
Clearly I was misunderstanding what my Egyptian guide was telling me, though visiting Bombay’s pillau in Alexandria did sound rather facinating. The sign at the Sarapeiona temple we visited cleared-up the mystery. The Sarapeona temple was built by Hadrian in the second century, the same Hadrian that walled-out the Scotttish from England. Unfortunately those darned Christians destroyed this non-christian the temple in the 4th century…. the pillar remained standing
No rice. No connection to the Indian city.
Ceasars son-in-law, Pompey, had a history of disputes with Ceasar. Pompey travelled to Alexandria hoping to find refuge with the Egyptians. Upon arrival Pompey was beheaded by Ptolemy XIII as un unsolicited favour to Ceasar. Ceasar didn’t approve. Subsequent tourists looking for Pompey’s tomb mistakenly named the pillar in the Sarapeiona temple after him. The name remained with the pillar.
Egyptian guide (EG): Saladin did one terrible thing which we cannot forget. He masa creed 400 dinner guests
Wendy: Killed 400 dinner guests?
EG: yes
Wendy: I think you mean massacred not masa creed
EG: the Americans say Masa creed
I decided not to contradict her assertion of how Americans pronounce ‘massacred’. My role was only to ask questions, follow instructions and make impressed noises. For example, she was the director of where and when I could take photographs insisting that her prescribed locations were best. She argued with me if I chose not to comply with her suggestions. She told me to hurry up and move on when I decided to take photographs outside of her prescribed opportunities.
Luckily I’ve escaped from her clutches to my friends home. My friend knows how to
I’ve been lured away to stay with a friend’s family in Cairo. How lucky is that?
There will be sunshine on sand, pyramids, sweat, bizarreness in bazaars, bobbing on boats, the grandest of floppy hats and the lovely Egyptian people.
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Madness sang night boat to Cairo
In a mock Bavarian village nestling in the Cascade mountains there is an store that specialises in selling Australian goods. I purchased a fake Zebra skin cowboy hat that kept the sun from my neck in the Nevada desert and New York. The Australian Zebra skin hat will be joining Eric and I in the Egyptian desert next week.
Todays texts:
Friend in Cairo: How do you fancy camping overnight in the Desert next Thursday? Tents and drinks provided.
Wendy: YES PLEASE!