Monday, December 28, 2009

Egypt


This is our day in Egypt, backwards. My pictures show up in the opposite order I put them in on my blog. So this is our shopping in the Bazaar, which is open 24/7. It's after midnight, and as we come walking up, a member of the police decided this very large, very American group needed an escort. He tagged along in his pink shirt, nice suit, and semi-automatic weapon on his belt. This is a Hookah (sp?) lounge. People use these funny pipe things, with flavored tobacco and usually some kind of opiates.

See our body guard? At one point during our shopping a woman was shoving her sleeping baby at me, asking for money (I had none-Jon was carrying the money) but she wouldn't stop, and the body guard stepped in. She grabbed his hand and started swinging hers to make it look like he was being violent with her. Then another woman stepped in and did the same, making it look like a horrible fight. The officer looked like a marionette puppet, rolling his eyes, while I was about to bawl.





Something funny I noticed while in Egypt-the women were in traditional, non-trendy clothing while the men were extremely trendy. They all had designer jeans with bedazzled bums and designer, well, everything! I've never seen so many well-dressed straight men!

So the Bazaar is like a long alley filled with people, with shops on either side. Pretty narrow, right? Imagine our surprise when, after we were done, we piled into our bus and drove right down the middle of the alley! People just moved out of the way, I guess. My eyes were closed during this-I may have been screaming, not sure.






The whole group in front of the pyramids and the Sphinx.





So, after our camel ride, our guide, Nirvana, told us the Spinx was about to close, and that we may not make it. We ran like our lives depended on it-I was in the rear of the group, and when they arrived at the entrance I hear my mom shouting, "where's Cherise?! Get Cherise!" I ran up to the entrance to find her with several men with guns, who had apparently told her it was too late. When she sees me she grabs me and pushes me toward the guards like some kind of offering, asking if they'll let us in now. I felt really bad to let her down like that, but it was the wrong day to use me as a bartering tool-I was looking pretty nasty. One guard, probably out of sympathy, says "one minute" (so I'm like a "one minute" wife-is that like a "one cow"wife?) So we start running, again, like our lives depended on it. Funny thing is, the other men with big guns didn't hear anything about the "one minute" we were promised. So we're running from these guys, and the camel guy is mad about something and chasing us, which wouldn't scare me but Nirvana looked seriously scared, so we're this big American group running from everyone, trying to soak in the majesties that are Egypt.


















RUN!!!!






















Our camel guy pulled the turban and robe from under the camel's saddle. He offered me a turn to wear his gross turban, but I think the rule about not eating or drinking anything in Egypt could also be taken a step further to not wearing things stored on a camels dirty smelly back.












Look at this camel's face. They make the most horrible noise while they open their mouth and show their teeth-it's this " mmmrrraaaaa" and the camel driver (?) makes the same noise back to it to tell it what to do, so you've got these two "mmmrrraaaa"ing at each other in the most hilarious way. Not so hilarious-how they demand their tip, then separate you from your spouse, insist you tipped for only one (while his son says the same to your spouse) then makes you both tip the other person before you can get off the camel. Awesome.




























The Great Pyramid-we went inside this one. Napoleon blasted that hole to make an entrance.










I don't remember why I was leaping in the picture-"hey, look at me, Mom! I'm in front of a pyramid! Look at MEEEEE!"
















Run, Phyllis, Run! She was not entirely trusting of Egypt. She and my mom went to Egypt about 20 years ago, sans husbands. She said wild horses couldn't drag her back. Apparently, all it took was peer pressure. But it felt like she was waiting for us to get scammed, robbed, or deserted by our tour company. Ok, we all were, just a little bit.

















Ok, men with big guns took our cameras before we entered this pyramid, leading me to believe they would not react kindly to someone (mom) sneaking one in her bra and taking pictures in the tomb room. You can almost hear me right here saying, "Mom! There are surveillance cameras in here! We'll all be in Egyptian prison!!!!"


















This is the stairway to the tomb room. When I got to the top, where the entrance to the room was, an Egyptian man was standing there, offering his hand. Idiotically, I took it, and he "welcomes" me by coming in for a KISS. I pulled out my best Kung Fu and yelled out between hi-yas, "no! No kissing!" I found after that he got a kiss in on Sandy, and grabbed her bum.








































This is the Egyptian museum, with an awesome King Tut room.





















This was a bathroom stop on the way to Cairo. When we (a big group of Americans) came in, a few people grabbed all the toilet paper out of the bathroom and made us pay them a dollar for a piece. Then a lady stands by the sink with soap. Yep, another dollar.
























2 comments:

Emelie said...

Oh my goodness!!! How wonderful your vacation looks! I love seeing all your pictures. Very fun. love,Em

The Carpenters said...

Okay, so it sounds like Egypt was a little crazy! I'm glad you all made it out okay. I'm not really feeling the urge to visit there anytime soon, but all of the other places you visited sounded awesome! I hope you guys are doing well!