Sorry for the lack of update, but internet access at this hotel is sketchy at best and I can't seem to upload any photos. Yesterday morning I arrived in Cairo (and not too far behind schedule -- pretty good for Egyptian trains) and was taken to the hotel. On the way to the hotel, I was told that I had a tour guide waiting for me to take me around Cairo. Damn. I really wanted to take a nap. Anyway, I took a quick shower and then we were off.
Our first stop was a whirlwind tour of the Egyptian Museum. I had already told him that I planned to spend an entire day there, so he gave me the overview and walked me around so that I was well oriented for when I came back. Then we were off to Old Cairo. This area is also called Babylon and has many, many old Christian churches and one that is now converted to a synagogue. We went inside the "Hanging Church", which is built over some old pilings of Babylon (which you can see through some glass in the floor), a church under which Jesus, Mary and Joseph are said to have hid when in exile in Egypt, and a synagogue which is converted from a medieval church and was also once a mosque. Unfortunately, no photos allowed inside the buildings. No big surprise there.
We then went off to the citadel, passing the area where a rock slide recently destroyed some homes and killed some people. Besides beautiful views of all of Cairo (and pyramids in the distance), there are two significant mosques. One is from about 1500 years ago and is a very good representation of early mosque design. The other is the mosque of Mohammad Ali, also known as the alabaster mosque. Amazingly, they allow visitors and even allow photos on the inside. How nice is that? They have very large capes available for women that they do not consider appropriately dressed, but I was allowed in as I was dressed. Everyone was very welcoming and even spent time explaining their religion to me and the significance of Ramadan. I had already read all of this, but it was nice to hear it from the folks running the mosques. The interiors are extremely beautiful, but very open with little furniture. I took the best pictures I could in the light, so be sure to have a look.
Back at my hotel, I spoke with my tour operator. He can see how tired I am, so he's sending me off to Alexandria this morning for a little R&R. I'm spending two nights and then will come back to Cairo for my final 3. I'll have an entire day at the Egyptian Museum (YES!), a day with a car to take me back to Giza and Saqarra, and a day to do the usual -- laundry, send what I don't need home, and buy shampoo, etc. that I will need for Tanzania. I'm at the 2.5 week mark until I get back!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Off to Cairo
Well, I got on the little minibus to go to both Karnak and Luxor Temples, the main attractions of the East Bank. Karnak Temple is huge and has been built up by many different people over the years. There's even a mosque in the complex. It's also been hit by floods and earthquakes over the years, so there's a lot of reconstruction going on. The obliesks were particularly impressive as well as the row of sphyxs as you enter. One even looked a lot like a particular Star Wars character.
After we were off to Luxor Temple, which is much smaller and supposedly not very impressive. There were three guys from Toronto on the bus who saw the Temple yesterday. Suddenly I was outvoted and didn't get to go inside. Instead I got to shoot a few photos outside next to the McDonalds. When I tried to walk around a bit, the bus driver honked and yelled until I came back. I was then ushered into Micky Ds and told that it would be my only chance to eat before the train. I haven't had McDs in about 10 years and all I could think of was a t-shirt I saw in Pokhara -- it had the golden arches across it with "McShit" written under. I did succumb and ordered a McArabia which came with fries and a drink. Now I don't feel so good.
Anyway, we get back to the hotel with our take out and I'm expecting to leave immediately for the train station with my food in hand. No such luck -- I have a few hours. I could have eaten good food. Back to Cairo tonight!
Change of Plans
It turns out I read my itinerary wrong and I'm to go back to Cairo on the overnight train tonight. It's OK -- the only thing I really wanted to do tomorrow is go back to the Valley of the Kings and go inside some more tombs. They are very hot and sweaty, so this is probably better. And besides, now that I've seen so many temples and tombs, I'm very anxious to see the Egyptian museum and go back to Giza. I'll also probably go to Alexandria for a bit. Also, the men are easier to deal with in Cairo than in Aswan or Luxor. Very few bothered me up in the capital, while here it's pretty constant. I could have had 150 Egyptian boyfriends in the last few days!
Anyway, I leave for the temples of the east bank just after lunch and go to the train station just after dinner. I'll post photos once I'm back in Cairo (so says the chick sitting on the one corner of her hotel balcony from where she can snag free wifi from the apartment building across the street).
Anyway, I leave for the temples of the east bank just after lunch and go to the train station just after dinner. I'll post photos once I'm back in Cairo (so says the chick sitting on the one corner of her hotel balcony from where she can snag free wifi from the apartment building across the street).
Saturday, September 27, 2008
The West Bank of Luxor
I had the most phenomenal day! I was given a private car and guide to make up for all of the crap that has happened since I got to Egypt and I had a blast! My guide has a BS in Archeology, but couldn't make a living at it, so took courses in Cairo to get her license to be an English speaking guide. She was the best -- she knows everything, but knew how much to tell me and could answer all of my questions. I learned so much and was absolutely amazed by everything I saw.
We started with a drive by of Mr. Carter's house (the man who discovered Tutankhamen's tomb) on the way to the Valley of the Kings. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but I was very surprised. After walking through a visitor's center which had a 3-D model of the valley and tombs, we stepped outside. It's really very plain. Just walkways through the valley with an opening in the rock or ground here and there. The openings, of course, are to pharoh tombs and there are more than 60 of them now and they discover more and more each year. Your ticket into the Valley includes entry into 3 tombs. There are several open and you pick and choose which of the open ones you'd like to enter. Tut's costs extra. Unfortunately, you are not allowed to take photos inside any of the tombs. I did buy a packet of photos from the inside of some tombs, but cannot scan and post them until I'm back home. Sorry.
What I did see is this: beautifully carved sarcophagi, wonderful etchings and heiroglyphics just like at the temples, but fully painted, and lots of chambers. The painting quite a surprise and so very colorful, even after all of these years. I paid extra to see Tut's tomb, which is the smallest of all in the Valley. He died suddenly and the tomb was made in haste. But his sarcophagus is in there, as is the boy king himself. He is the only mummy left in the Valley (the rest are in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo) and he is there in a glass case for you to look down upon. He really wasn't very big at all. On the wall by his sarcophagus, there were very large monkeys painted. This was the first time I've seen monkeys in any of the antiquities I've been in (and I haven't seen any live ones either). Apparently, they were a symbol of power in ancient Egypt.
Outside his tomb are photos taken of the discovery. Most have Carter in them. He's either standing over the mummy or doing something else that makes him seem important. There are no photos of the tomb with all of the treasures in it. They really don't know where everything was placed at all. Even more interesting is, Carter kinda didn't discover it himself. He had an Egyptian boy working for him and he ordered the kid to dig him a well. The kid picked a spot, started digging, found two steps and went and told the boss. The rest is history. Oh, and according to my guide (and I'm sorry, but I didn't get her name), Carter was in such a hurry that he cut the clothing off the mummy rather than preserving it and even damaged the mummy because he didn't take his time removing the gold mask. I lost a bit of respect for the guy today.
After viewing the four tombs, I took a bit of a hike. I walked up a trail from the Valley, over the ridge, and down to the Temple of Hatshepsut. It was damned hot, but I was determined to see the view from the top. My guide was much smarter -- she met me on the other side. Anyway, the temple is the funerary temple of the Pharoh Hatshepsut, the only female pharoh to have ruled Egypt. She was an oldest child and when her father died argued that her mother had an affair with the Sun God and so she was the rightful new Pharoh. She ruled, but wearing a fake beard and dressing like a man. Eventually she was killed by a male family member and after her death, her temple was defaced.
Then it was time to go to the Valley of the Queens. This valley has more tombs than the Valley of the Kings, but note that many of the tombs are for men (Pharoh's sons, etc.). It's called Valley of the Queens because of Nefartiti's tomb -- the best preserved of any in either valley. I went into 3 tombs there, but only one was for a Queen. They were all 3 very colorful and one even had a skeleton of a 6 month old fetus (the Queen had a miscarriage when falling after hearing of the death of one of her sons who was buried in this tomb). Nefartiti's tomb is accessible only about 2 days a week to groups willing to pay 20,000 Egyptian Pounds, or about $4,500 US. We saw a group going in, but I just couldn't afford to go in. I should have tried to sneak in.
Next, I was taken to a village that is built alongside these hills. The government has gotten many to move away and have demolish many homes to allow for further excavations. There are some holdouts, though and the guide took me to one of these homes. I was taken down some stairs to a tomb under the house. Not much there, but interesting none the less.
Our last major stop was at Deir Al Medina, which is the village where the workers who built the tombs lived. Those folks knew how to build and besides their homes, there are tombs, a temple and a few small pyramids. I went inside 2 tombs and over to the temple. I was allowed photos in these tombs and though they were small, they were nice.
We did some drive bys of other places that were largely destroyed by Nile flooding and earthquakes over the centuries, but nothing too spectacular. But what a day! I I loved every minute of it. I may go back over the the Valley of the Kings to see more tombs. Each entry ticket I buy gets me into three tombs of my choosing, so why not? In the meantime, I go to the temples on the east bank of Luxor tomorrow.
We started with a drive by of Mr. Carter's house (the man who discovered Tutankhamen's tomb) on the way to the Valley of the Kings. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but I was very surprised. After walking through a visitor's center which had a 3-D model of the valley and tombs, we stepped outside. It's really very plain. Just walkways through the valley with an opening in the rock or ground here and there. The openings, of course, are to pharoh tombs and there are more than 60 of them now and they discover more and more each year. Your ticket into the Valley includes entry into 3 tombs. There are several open and you pick and choose which of the open ones you'd like to enter. Tut's costs extra. Unfortunately, you are not allowed to take photos inside any of the tombs. I did buy a packet of photos from the inside of some tombs, but cannot scan and post them until I'm back home. Sorry.
What I did see is this: beautifully carved sarcophagi, wonderful etchings and heiroglyphics just like at the temples, but fully painted, and lots of chambers. The painting quite a surprise and so very colorful, even after all of these years. I paid extra to see Tut's tomb, which is the smallest of all in the Valley. He died suddenly and the tomb was made in haste. But his sarcophagus is in there, as is the boy king himself. He is the only mummy left in the Valley (the rest are in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo) and he is there in a glass case for you to look down upon. He really wasn't very big at all. On the wall by his sarcophagus, there were very large monkeys painted. This was the first time I've seen monkeys in any of the antiquities I've been in (and I haven't seen any live ones either). Apparently, they were a symbol of power in ancient Egypt.
Outside his tomb are photos taken of the discovery. Most have Carter in them. He's either standing over the mummy or doing something else that makes him seem important. There are no photos of the tomb with all of the treasures in it. They really don't know where everything was placed at all. Even more interesting is, Carter kinda didn't discover it himself. He had an Egyptian boy working for him and he ordered the kid to dig him a well. The kid picked a spot, started digging, found two steps and went and told the boss. The rest is history. Oh, and according to my guide (and I'm sorry, but I didn't get her name), Carter was in such a hurry that he cut the clothing off the mummy rather than preserving it and even damaged the mummy because he didn't take his time removing the gold mask. I lost a bit of respect for the guy today.
After viewing the four tombs, I took a bit of a hike. I walked up a trail from the Valley, over the ridge, and down to the Temple of Hatshepsut. It was damned hot, but I was determined to see the view from the top. My guide was much smarter -- she met me on the other side. Anyway, the temple is the funerary temple of the Pharoh Hatshepsut, the only female pharoh to have ruled Egypt. She was an oldest child and when her father died argued that her mother had an affair with the Sun God and so she was the rightful new Pharoh. She ruled, but wearing a fake beard and dressing like a man. Eventually she was killed by a male family member and after her death, her temple was defaced.
Then it was time to go to the Valley of the Queens. This valley has more tombs than the Valley of the Kings, but note that many of the tombs are for men (Pharoh's sons, etc.). It's called Valley of the Queens because of Nefartiti's tomb -- the best preserved of any in either valley. I went into 3 tombs there, but only one was for a Queen. They were all 3 very colorful and one even had a skeleton of a 6 month old fetus (the Queen had a miscarriage when falling after hearing of the death of one of her sons who was buried in this tomb). Nefartiti's tomb is accessible only about 2 days a week to groups willing to pay 20,000 Egyptian Pounds, or about $4,500 US. We saw a group going in, but I just couldn't afford to go in. I should have tried to sneak in.
Next, I was taken to a village that is built alongside these hills. The government has gotten many to move away and have demolish many homes to allow for further excavations. There are some holdouts, though and the guide took me to one of these homes. I was taken down some stairs to a tomb under the house. Not much there, but interesting none the less.
Our last major stop was at Deir Al Medina, which is the village where the workers who built the tombs lived. Those folks knew how to build and besides their homes, there are tombs, a temple and a few small pyramids. I went inside 2 tombs and over to the temple. I was allowed photos in these tombs and though they were small, they were nice.
We did some drive bys of other places that were largely destroyed by Nile flooding and earthquakes over the centuries, but nothing too spectacular. But what a day! I I loved every minute of it. I may go back over the the Valley of the Kings to see more tombs. Each entry ticket I buy gets me into three tombs of my choosing, so why not? In the meantime, I go to the temples on the east bank of Luxor tomorrow.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Made it to Luxor
Sorry, but I need to keep this brief. My hotel does not have internet access and this internet cafe does not have AC and it's hot out.
Yesterday was a bit disappointing. We only sailed about 3 hours total all day. Our captain thought it was better to sit on shore and hang out with his buddies, so myself and my French friends were a bit disappointed. We were on the Nile though and had a very relaxing day with a lot of napping and reading. We didn't swim in the Nile though -- both of our guide books warned against it.
After going ashore, we were picked up and driven to Kom Ombo and Edfu to see their temples. Edfu was definitely the best -- it's so well preserved and pretty large. Like others that I've seen, the Christians tried scratching out the faces and bodies of many of the gods and pharohs on the walls. And in some rooms, the ceilings were completely black. This was from cooking. Apparently, Christians used to hide out here from the Romans and they did quite a bit of cooking in the temple. There's even some escape routes for them.
Kom Ombo was interesting in that there was a room with 3 crocodile mummies. Unfortunately, we couldn't take photos inside.
Afterwards, we rode in a minibus up to Luxor. Our driver told us that the AC was out, so we were sweltering. And he drove like a lunatic. I was in the second row and saw the odometer hit 110 kpm on more than one occasion. The speed limit was only 90 kpm. Do the math on that one. By some small miracle, we did safely arrive at our respective hotels. Tomorrow, I leave at 7:30 for the Valley of the Kings and the Valley of the Queens. I have the whole day there with a private guide. I'll do my best to post photos tomorrow night, but I may be wiped out. It could be the next morning. By the way, I'm 9 hours head of you west coasters.
Yesterday was a bit disappointing. We only sailed about 3 hours total all day. Our captain thought it was better to sit on shore and hang out with his buddies, so myself and my French friends were a bit disappointed. We were on the Nile though and had a very relaxing day with a lot of napping and reading. We didn't swim in the Nile though -- both of our guide books warned against it.
After going ashore, we were picked up and driven to Kom Ombo and Edfu to see their temples. Edfu was definitely the best -- it's so well preserved and pretty large. Like others that I've seen, the Christians tried scratching out the faces and bodies of many of the gods and pharohs on the walls. And in some rooms, the ceilings were completely black. This was from cooking. Apparently, Christians used to hide out here from the Romans and they did quite a bit of cooking in the temple. There's even some escape routes for them.
Kom Ombo was interesting in that there was a room with 3 crocodile mummies. Unfortunately, we couldn't take photos inside.
Afterwards, we rode in a minibus up to Luxor. Our driver told us that the AC was out, so we were sweltering. And he drove like a lunatic. I was in the second row and saw the odometer hit 110 kpm on more than one occasion. The speed limit was only 90 kpm. Do the math on that one. By some small miracle, we did safely arrive at our respective hotels. Tomorrow, I leave at 7:30 for the Valley of the Kings and the Valley of the Queens. I have the whole day there with a private guide. I'll do my best to post photos tomorrow night, but I may be wiped out. It could be the next morning. By the way, I'm 9 hours head of you west coasters.
From the Felucca
I’m writing from the felucca while thoughts are still fresh and will post when I get to Luxor.
Yesterday began with a 3:30am pickup at the hotel in Aswan. We traveled by caravan to Abu Simbel, a temple down near the Sudani border. Security was tight, but really didn’t hold us up too much. This was another temple that was moved because of the building of the High Dam. This one was much more difficult to move, though because it was carved into a mountainside. They actually broke it up into blocks (mountainside and all) and moved it to this area with a big man-made hill behind it. Ramses II had this temple built (and I’m beginning to realize what a narcisist he is) and dedicated it to the gods Ra-Harukhty, Amon, Ptah and himself. Next to it is the Temple of Nathor dedicated to his wife Nefertari. This temple was the first time that a pharoh depicted his wife as large as himself – they were usually depicted much smaller. The interior of both had some wonderful carvings and heiroglyphics, but photos were not allowed on the inside.
After returning to the hotel to collect my laundry and baggage, I was taken to my felucca. Soon after I started lounging around on deck, I was joined by two others. Andrew is a Kiwi who lives in London and his friend “Roof Top” (AKA Roof, Mr. Top, Bruce, and many other names but his real name I found out late last night is Darren) who lives in Oxford. They met 10 years ago while trying to cross the border from India into some very small country that no longer exists that I have never heard of. There had just been a political assasination, so the border was closed. They decided to travel to Nepal together and the rest is history. We sailed down the Nile together about 90 minutes or so and then went ashore to pick up 3 others: a young French couple and Uta, a German archeology student at the University of Munich.
We had a ton of fun yesterday and last night. We talked, told lots of stories, and Andrew played music from his iPhone on a portable speaker system that he brought with. After lots of silly dancing on board, loud sing alongs to Don McClean’s American Pie and some Neil Diamond (yeah, I know) we finally got to sleep about midnight. During all those hours, though, it all happened again. Turbo bonding. At least that’s what Roof calls it. Let me explain. When you travel, you are away from all of your friends and family, especially if you’re on your own like me. You meet people and with some you just instantly click. You become friends so quickly and often develop deep bonds. Andrew said that it was like turbo dating, only with friendships. The problem is, you make these big connections and then it’s time to say goodbye. If you’re luckly you get a couple of days together. In our case it was less than 24 hours because the boys and Uta both left the boat this morning to head off on other journeys. You pose for photos, hug goodbye, exchange email addresses and info for Facebook and then you’re all on your own again. It’s both wonderful and extremely sad all at the same time. I’ve had a few of these along my journey (some of the guys from The Beach, Anand, Sarita, Prem, my Romanian friends in Nepal, the Longhorns from Laredo, and now the Brit, Kiwi and German). It’s weird how you feel so lonely after you part with the turbo friends. But I only have 3.5 weeks left!
Uta and I had a talk last night about Egyptian men and I thought I’d share. When I got to Cairo, my tour operator spoke with me about the men here and how they were going to try be a little hard to take. He suggested that I wear a wedding ring and not give out my phone number. Here’s why: The men here are desperate to meet a western woman and get married. They all try to be your best friend and want to keep in touch. Not just one or two, but all. The cheap fake ring that I was wearing started putting a rash on my finger, so I took it off. Before I was pretty much left alone. Now it’s constant. When I tell them that my phone does not work here, they want an email address. I’ve been giving out one that I rarely use and after 1 day I had 8 emails from one guy alone who kept talking about how he was dreaming of me. I’d give out a fake email, but they all seem to talk amongst each other and know exactly which hotel I’m staying at and where I am going from day to day. Poor Ute has even worse problems. The tour operator who signed her up for the felucca called her and sent 3 text messages last night talking about sunsets and dreams of her. Wherever she has gone, all the men already know her name, where she’s staying, and what her plans are. While I don’t think we’re at danger for any physical harm, it’s annoying at best and just makes you want to run and hide. After reading the text messages last night, the boys were nice and stuck a bit close to Uta and myself. Our captain has been asking a lot of personal questions and had started getting overly friendly with the two of us. I explained the situation to the French couple this morning and they’re going to help me out if things get too uncomfortable.
Sailing along the Nile is very peaceful and a good change of pace. We all get off the boat tomorrow morning, so we’ll spend the day lounging around in the shade provided by the canopy, reading, sleeping and just plain relaxing. Tomorrow morning I get picked up on the side of the river, taken to a few temples and then to my hotel in Luxor. I’ll be there 3 nights – plenty of time to explore the Valley of the Kings, Valley of the Queens and lounge at the hotel pool. After that, it’s back to Cairo. I’ve got some things to do and see there and probably an extra day or two for Alexandria.
I’ll write more later today or when I get to Luxor and put up photos and post everything. Later.
Yesterday began with a 3:30am pickup at the hotel in Aswan. We traveled by caravan to Abu Simbel, a temple down near the Sudani border. Security was tight, but really didn’t hold us up too much. This was another temple that was moved because of the building of the High Dam. This one was much more difficult to move, though because it was carved into a mountainside. They actually broke it up into blocks (mountainside and all) and moved it to this area with a big man-made hill behind it. Ramses II had this temple built (and I’m beginning to realize what a narcisist he is) and dedicated it to the gods Ra-Harukhty, Amon, Ptah and himself. Next to it is the Temple of Nathor dedicated to his wife Nefertari. This temple was the first time that a pharoh depicted his wife as large as himself – they were usually depicted much smaller. The interior of both had some wonderful carvings and heiroglyphics, but photos were not allowed on the inside.
After returning to the hotel to collect my laundry and baggage, I was taken to my felucca. Soon after I started lounging around on deck, I was joined by two others. Andrew is a Kiwi who lives in London and his friend “Roof Top” (AKA Roof, Mr. Top, Bruce, and many other names but his real name I found out late last night is Darren) who lives in Oxford. They met 10 years ago while trying to cross the border from India into some very small country that no longer exists that I have never heard of. There had just been a political assasination, so the border was closed. They decided to travel to Nepal together and the rest is history. We sailed down the Nile together about 90 minutes or so and then went ashore to pick up 3 others: a young French couple and Uta, a German archeology student at the University of Munich.
We had a ton of fun yesterday and last night. We talked, told lots of stories, and Andrew played music from his iPhone on a portable speaker system that he brought with. After lots of silly dancing on board, loud sing alongs to Don McClean’s American Pie and some Neil Diamond (yeah, I know) we finally got to sleep about midnight. During all those hours, though, it all happened again. Turbo bonding. At least that’s what Roof calls it. Let me explain. When you travel, you are away from all of your friends and family, especially if you’re on your own like me. You meet people and with some you just instantly click. You become friends so quickly and often develop deep bonds. Andrew said that it was like turbo dating, only with friendships. The problem is, you make these big connections and then it’s time to say goodbye. If you’re luckly you get a couple of days together. In our case it was less than 24 hours because the boys and Uta both left the boat this morning to head off on other journeys. You pose for photos, hug goodbye, exchange email addresses and info for Facebook and then you’re all on your own again. It’s both wonderful and extremely sad all at the same time. I’ve had a few of these along my journey (some of the guys from The Beach, Anand, Sarita, Prem, my Romanian friends in Nepal, the Longhorns from Laredo, and now the Brit, Kiwi and German). It’s weird how you feel so lonely after you part with the turbo friends. But I only have 3.5 weeks left!
Uta and I had a talk last night about Egyptian men and I thought I’d share. When I got to Cairo, my tour operator spoke with me about the men here and how they were going to try be a little hard to take. He suggested that I wear a wedding ring and not give out my phone number. Here’s why: The men here are desperate to meet a western woman and get married. They all try to be your best friend and want to keep in touch. Not just one or two, but all. The cheap fake ring that I was wearing started putting a rash on my finger, so I took it off. Before I was pretty much left alone. Now it’s constant. When I tell them that my phone does not work here, they want an email address. I’ve been giving out one that I rarely use and after 1 day I had 8 emails from one guy alone who kept talking about how he was dreaming of me. I’d give out a fake email, but they all seem to talk amongst each other and know exactly which hotel I’m staying at and where I am going from day to day. Poor Ute has even worse problems. The tour operator who signed her up for the felucca called her and sent 3 text messages last night talking about sunsets and dreams of her. Wherever she has gone, all the men already know her name, where she’s staying, and what her plans are. While I don’t think we’re at danger for any physical harm, it’s annoying at best and just makes you want to run and hide. After reading the text messages last night, the boys were nice and stuck a bit close to Uta and myself. Our captain has been asking a lot of personal questions and had started getting overly friendly with the two of us. I explained the situation to the French couple this morning and they’re going to help me out if things get too uncomfortable.
Sailing along the Nile is very peaceful and a good change of pace. We all get off the boat tomorrow morning, so we’ll spend the day lounging around in the shade provided by the canopy, reading, sleeping and just plain relaxing. Tomorrow morning I get picked up on the side of the river, taken to a few temples and then to my hotel in Luxor. I’ll be there 3 nights – plenty of time to explore the Valley of the Kings, Valley of the Queens and lounge at the hotel pool. After that, it’s back to Cairo. I’ve got some things to do and see there and probably an extra day or two for Alexandria.
I’ll write more later today or when I get to Luxor and put up photos and post everything. Later.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Around Aswan
Today was a bit of a lazy day I'm afraid. I slept in pretty late, updated my iPhone software in hopes that I could sync the thing (haven't been able to do that for over a month) and then went on a brief tour of Aswan. We skipped the botanical gardens (you could see them all from the roads and they were small and weren't all that spectacular) and drove by the Christian church. Then we went to the dams.
There are two dams in Aswan. The low dam was built in 1902 by the British and got revamped and some height added over the years. But it really wasn't sufficient, so in 1971, Egypt finished work on the High Dam. This dam has 17 times more stone than the Great Pyramid of Giza and provides power for pretty much the whole country. The dam created Lake Nasser, which is the largest man-made lake in the world. It's more than 300 miles long and 10 miles wide. It stretches way down into Sudan.
After the dams, we went to a point between where we caught a boat to the Temple of Philae. This temple was built in honor of Isis. It was built mostly in the Ptolemaic dynasty, but the Romans had a hand in part of it when they came in to take over. Inside, you see Roman inscriptions as well as Italian names. Later, the Crusaders took over and turned the main hall into a church and etched crucifixes into the rock. The Crusaders also scratched off many of the detail on the original etchings. Bastards.
The temple originally stood on an island about 500 meters from where it is today. The building of the original dam caused the temple to be partially underwater part of the year. After the building of the high dam, the temple was completely submerged. The government authorized a 10-year project which moved the temple piece by piece to Aglikia Island where it stands today. There's a nightly sound and light show, but I think I'll wait and possibly do the one in Giza. All in all, an impressive temple that's immaculately preserved.
I have to go to bed now so that I can leave with the 3:45am convoy to Abu Simbel, which is 3 hours south near the Sudanese border. When I return to Aswan, I'll be put on my felucca and cruise to Luxor for 3 days and 2 nights. I'll certainly blog if I can, but I really don't think it will happen. Fear not -- I'll catch you all up when I arrive in Luxor. I have 3 nights there, so there will be plenty of time.
There are two dams in Aswan. The low dam was built in 1902 by the British and got revamped and some height added over the years. But it really wasn't sufficient, so in 1971, Egypt finished work on the High Dam. This dam has 17 times more stone than the Great Pyramid of Giza and provides power for pretty much the whole country. The dam created Lake Nasser, which is the largest man-made lake in the world. It's more than 300 miles long and 10 miles wide. It stretches way down into Sudan.
After the dams, we went to a point between where we caught a boat to the Temple of Philae. This temple was built in honor of Isis. It was built mostly in the Ptolemaic dynasty, but the Romans had a hand in part of it when they came in to take over. Inside, you see Roman inscriptions as well as Italian names. Later, the Crusaders took over and turned the main hall into a church and etched crucifixes into the rock. The Crusaders also scratched off many of the detail on the original etchings. Bastards.
The temple originally stood on an island about 500 meters from where it is today. The building of the original dam caused the temple to be partially underwater part of the year. After the building of the high dam, the temple was completely submerged. The government authorized a 10-year project which moved the temple piece by piece to Aglikia Island where it stands today. There's a nightly sound and light show, but I think I'll wait and possibly do the one in Giza. All in all, an impressive temple that's immaculately preserved.
I have to go to bed now so that I can leave with the 3:45am convoy to Abu Simbel, which is 3 hours south near the Sudanese border. When I return to Aswan, I'll be put on my felucca and cruise to Luxor for 3 days and 2 nights. I'll certainly blog if I can, but I really don't think it will happen. Fear not -- I'll catch you all up when I arrive in Luxor. I have 3 nights there, so there will be plenty of time.
Monday, September 22, 2008
My Egyptian Adventure So Far
Well, I’ve gotten some sleep, have turned in laundry to get washed, and have until 1:30pm today on my own, so here’s the big catch up on the last 2.5 days. It’s a long one – so sorry.
On Saturday night, went with my new Longhorn friends (or Aggies, depending upon which t-shirt is being worn) to the Khan al-Khalili bazaar. It’s an enormous market that winds through the streets of old Islamic Cairo. Lights were strung everywhere, people were elbow to elbow milling around and it was just so full of life. During Ramadan, everything’s very quiet and often closed during the day. Nighttime is another story. As soon as the sun goes down and everyone breaks that day’s fast, the entire city comes to life. There were tons of sidewalk cafés open, the mosques were very busy, and probably hundreds of shops. It was so much fun, but also tiring at the same time. Those girls from Texas can shop – especially once I showed them how to bargain with the locals. I have to say, I’ve learned some skills on this trip and they as well as the shopkeepers were pretty surprised. I bought nothing. There was nothing about King Tut masks, belly dancing costumes, Great Pyramid snow domes or little sphynx statues that appealed to me. Oh well, I’ll find something eventually.
The next morning, I set out with an English speaking guide and a driver to Giza, Saqarra and Memphis. The day was a bit diappointing – here’s why. The girls went separately with a Spanish speaking guide and I was on my own. This is the first time that my tour company had used this guide (a friend of a friend I heard) and he was terrible. First of all, he kept wanting me to look at his clipboard while he pointed at charts and drawings and he talked. Whenever I’d look up to see the pyramids, he’d get upset and tell me to pay attention. He actually started quizzing me like I was in school. Then he would offer to take a picture of me in front of whatever and then want to go. Totally not my style. I like to walk around, observe the scene, take photos and just soak in the atmosphere. This guy didn’t even want me to talk in between pyramids at Giza. Apparently, the car was a gift and I needed to use it. I argued that it was 100 yards or so between pyramids and that I like to walk. I even told him to take the car and I’d meet him there, but no. He got upset so I complied. Here I was at one of the 7 wonders of the world and I was there less than an hour. That includes all 3 big pyramids (there’s actually 9 there, but the other 6 are kind of in ruins), the sphynx and the “panoramic viewpoint”. He kept saying that Giza was not interesting. I disagree. Then it was off to Saqarra.
On the way, I wanted a bottle of water. The car stopped and I went to get out. But the guide insisted that I give him the money so that he could buy it for me – he’d get a better deal. When I pulled out 5 Egyptian pounds, he told me to give him my 100 pound note. He took off and came back with two bottles, one for me and one for him. This is the first time this has happened to me and I have to say that I was a little take aback. More on that later.
Saqarra is the place of the famous step pyramid, the oldest pyramid that they know of. It’s in a complex with a few other decaying pyramids, some fabulous tombs, and views of the bent and red pyramids and a series of 3 pyramids that are the newest of them all. A little aside: the bent pyramid was the first attempt at a non-step pyramid. It didn’t come out so well and the pharoh demanded a redo – that is the red pyramid. The bent pyramid was never used for anything. Anyhoo, I had to stand inside an entryway while he pulled out the clipboard and started in again. When he started the testing portion of the program, I tried to nicely joke that I didn’t come half way around the world to take quizzes and he finally backed off. I walked around a bit and asked a couple of questions, but he didn’t really answer (or couldn’t). There was an area below toward the bent pyramid that looked really interesting, but he told me that it was forbidden to go down there. There was another decaying pyramid with a large entrance and handrails that looked open for visitors, but he told me that it was forbidden to go in there as well. I then said that I wanted to walk around a bit and take photos. He reluctantly agreed and then went to sit in the shade and talk on his phone.
Well, sure enough, I saw other groups going down toward the tombs with their guides. I followed and went into the tombs along with another small group. So much for not being allowed. In one I lingered and an old man came up to me and told me to take a picture. There were signs as we entered saying that photos were not allowed in the tombs, so I said no. He grabbed my camera from me, smapped some pictures and then demanded money. I had nothing with me (my bag was in the car), so he was SOL. I have to say though, I kept the pictures. I’m not sure I have a clear conscience about that.
Afterwards, I walked over to the step pyramid and saw the workers that are restoring it. They had just got a big stone on a cart and were set to get the stone up a ramp to the pyramid, old Egyptian style. I just had to watch that and snap some photos. Soon after, we left.
Next up was Memphis, once the capital of ancient Egypt. There’s not much there but some relics that have been unearthed from various places. There is the alabaster sphynx – something my guide told me was far more important that the sphynx in Giza because it’s much more in tact. There’s also a building with a very large statue of Ramses II. There’s no legs left, so they have the statue lying down, but I have to say it’s pretty impressive.
After that, the guide wanted to take me to some shops to do some shopping. I didn’t want to. He then wanted to take me to an expensive restaurant so that we could eat and I said no. I really didn’t feel like paying for his lunch, too. I then asked if they could take me back to Giza and explained that I wanted to spend more time. The answer was no. I then asked them to drop me at Giza and explained that I would take a taxi back to the hotel when I was done. I was told that it was closing at 2pm because of Ramadan and since it was already 1:00, there would be no time. Instead, I was back at the hotel by 2. Oh, and since Micheal (the guide) handled the money all day, I had only 20 pound notes left for tips. That’s a bit outrageous of a tip, but that’s all I had and I really wanted to get away from the guy.
Later, I found out the following: the ticket office closes at 2, but I could have been there until 5 since I already had a ticket. Also, when the girls arrived back at the hotel (at 5:30), they not only were taken in multiple tombs at Saqarra, they were taken in the pyramid that I was told was off limits. That pyramid was completely full of hieroglyphics and stunning inside. They went inside a museum at Giza that I didn’t even know existed. Instead, I hung out in the hotel lobby waiting for the internet router to get fixed and for the tour operator to arrive – for 6 hours until it was time to leave for the train station to take the overnight train to Aswan. The tour operator was a little upset when I told him about the day. He handed me 100 pounds to make up for the tip and the lost time. When I come back to Cairo (and I have some extra days at the end), he’s giving me a car with no guide for a day to take me where ever I want to go so that I can do whatever I want to do. This gives me some extra time in the Egyptian Museum (I have a day scheduled as part of the tour, but hear that it is not enough) and I can go back to Giza and experience it properly.
I’m going to keep the train ride portion of this short, though the ride was not. We were supposed to catch a 10pm train (the girls and I) and be in Aswan the next morning. The train was 1.5 hours late to arrive and to make a very long story short, did not arrive in Aswan until sunset the next day. Apparently there was a train ahead of us on the tracks that kept breaking down and was backing up all trains behind it. We spent a lot of time sitting on tracks either in stations or in the middle of nowhere. We did have AC, but the trains are relics from the British era and could use a little help. And bathrooms that work a little better. And a little communication with the passengers would be nice, too. We did meet this wonderful Egyptian girl named Zaha. She was fascinated with us and we sat for a couple of hours with my Arabic phrasebook having a conversation. Like many that I met in India and Nepal, she loves the WWF. It is way more popular in other parts of the world than in the USI -- don’t get it. Anyway, she lives in Aswan and came by our hotel last night to make sure we were OK. We were.
After showers, we went out and walked along the Nile for a bit and found Aswan’s answer to the bazaar. It was more low key, but nice all the same. We stopped for dinner and I went back to the hotel while they went out shopping. The girls got up early today to go in the escourted convoy to Abu Simel to visit the great temple. It’s down near the Sudani border, but apparently spectacular and well worth the trip. I slept in and will go tomorrow. We all go on a dam, city and island tour this afternoon and then they take the evening train to Luxor. I have another night here and then start my felucca sail. I’ll have two nights on the boat as we sail downriver to Luxor. I’m then going to have 3 nights there before heading back to Cairo and then possibly a night or two in Alexandria.
By the way, my brother sent me a link to a story on CNN about some German and Italian tourists getting kidnapped in Egypt. They were at a camp in the western desert much like the Bedoin camp that I stayed at in Jordan. It was just inside the Sudani border in an area that has no border patrol. The kidnappers are demanding $6 million dollars for their release. I am going to an area just south of Aswan where there are armed guards and everything. The border in this area is highly patrolled. The escorted convoy goes several times a day every day and has had no problems, so don’t worry. I’m not.
Despite the stupid guide and my train ride, I have to say that I really like it here. Egyptians are very nice people and the atmosphere is great. I had been told by some on the tour in Jordan that Egypt is filthy and poor and very difficult. I just don’t see it. There is a little bit of garbage here and there, but for the most part, it’s fine. And while people don’t have as much as we have in the US, they certainly have way more than the Nepali. Difficult? I don’t think so. Those Aussies apparently have never been to India.
No internet access for 48 hours
Sorry everyone, but I've been unable to get on the internet for 2 days. The router for the hotel in Cairo went belly up two nights ago while I was out at the bazaar with my new Longhorn friends. Then last night began an 18 hour train odyssey to get to Aswan. I'm going to recharge the laptop, get some sleep, and then post all photos and catch you all up. But since my brother emailed me a link to a story about tourists getting kidnapped and taken to Sudan from an area 250 miles from where I am, I thought I'd let you know I'm A-OK.
Sleep is completely under rated.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Safely in Cairo
I have made it to my hotel in downtown Cairo. Before I talk about today's flight, I'm going to talk about my overall impressions of Jordan.
First of all, it's a wonderful place. I was so worried about being an American woman in Jordan, but I really didn't need to be. Everyone was very smiley and welcoming -- so much so that you actually get sick of hearing "Welcome to Jordan!". I was going to tell people that I was Canadian just to keep myself out of trouble, but those Aussies kept blowing it for me. Everytime the group was asked where we were from, someone would say "Australia, except for her (pointing). She's American." I needn't have worried though. Everyone, including men dressed in full on Arab headress and garb coming out of mosques to Muslim women dressed head to toe in black with their faces partially hidden would all smile, shake my hand, and welcome me. Don't get me wrong, many wear western clothes, but there are still many who don't. Some even told me how nice it was to see an American in Jordan after so long. The current king and queen are US educated and the prior queen was US born, so the country considers itself a friend of the US. They may hate that our government started the war in Iraq (their tourist industry has tanked as a result and they are now housing 1.2 million Iraqi refugees), but they don't hold it against Americans there.
The country is very modern and there were times that I felt like I was in the US. Besides being the first country I've been in that drives on "our" side of the road, the hotels, stores, cars, and restaurants are much more like the US than I would have thought or preferred.
The food is wonderful. From fresh cucumber and tomato salads, falafel, pita, gyro, hummus, olives, kabobs and western food, it was all fantastic.
And to top it off, there's so much history there, with over 9000 archeological sites. Not to mention desert, seas, mountains and very fertile farm land up north. But can you imagine being ploppped down in the middle of Syria, Israel, Egypt, Saudi Arabia and Iraq? I don't envy their location! But it's a great place and I feel perfectly safe to visit. I could easily have done it on my own and not have done the tour.
So this morning, I woke up, had breakfast with "the girls" (two single retired women from Australia who I spent a lot of time with on this tour) and then headed to the airport. A strange thing happened -- I went to a money exchange as I entered the airport to change my Jordanian Dinar to US Dollars. After finishing that, going through massive security and arriving at my gate, I realized that the man gave me way more money than he was supposed to. Currently there's about .7 USD to 1 JD. He gave me the opposite: 1 USD to .7 JD. This means that I ended up with almost $200 extra dollars. I'm not sure it's completely his fault -- the computerized receipt showed this as well. I felt guilty and wanted to go back, but security wouldn't let me. Maybe this is karma for all of the scams and rip offs I endured in India?
My flight was relatively short, but took an interesting route. From Amman, we headed south toward the Red Sea. As we were just getting something to drink, I looked out my window and saw the 7 Pillars of Wisdom and all of Wadi Rum. I could even make out the area where we camped just a few short days ago. Fortunately, we were too high up for me to see any horny Bedoin. We then flew south past Aqaba (it was directly beneath us, so I didn't really see the town) to Saudi territory and then turned right and crossed the Sinai. I figure that we were avoiding Israeli air space. As we came down into Cairo, we passed the airport and the eastern part of the city. Then we did a bit right turn to head back to the airport to land. As we were finishing the turn, I looked out of my window again and there they were: The three pyramids of Giza and what I believe was the back of the sphynx. Awesome! I hadn't landed yet, but I have already seen them. I get the close up tomorrow. I'm pretty excited about that.
I was met at the airport, ushered through immigration and taken to my hotel. My tour operator met me here and is just the nicest guy. I have almost 6 extra days at the end of my tour, so for very little money he's added on another night for me in Aswan and a 3rd night in Luxor (there's so much to see there that it'd be nice to have another day). I also have another night in Cairo when we get back. He's going to make arrangements for me to spend a night or two in Alexandria (just north on the Med coast) as soon as I decide how long I want to stay. I'm also happy to say that I have met my 5th and 6th Americans on this long journey. Only 6 you may ask? Yes, only 6: 1 in little Cancun in Thailand; 1 on the rooftop restaurant of the hotel in Udaipur, India; 2 in an internet cafe in Kathmandu and now 2 from Laredo, Texas (only one speaks English, but so far I'm holding my own in Spanish). We're going to some outdoor market tonight at sundown when everything opens. Yes, it's still Ramadan until the end of the month.
I think that not having to stress over anything (except for how long some of those Aussies were going to hold up the bus so that they could shop) has gotten me over my funk. I'm feeling healthy again, though still rather tired, and really excited about the rest of my journey. I haven't felt that since I arrived in Kathmandu sick. Stay tuned!
First of all, it's a wonderful place. I was so worried about being an American woman in Jordan, but I really didn't need to be. Everyone was very smiley and welcoming -- so much so that you actually get sick of hearing "Welcome to Jordan!". I was going to tell people that I was Canadian just to keep myself out of trouble, but those Aussies kept blowing it for me. Everytime the group was asked where we were from, someone would say "Australia, except for her (pointing). She's American." I needn't have worried though. Everyone, including men dressed in full on Arab headress and garb coming out of mosques to Muslim women dressed head to toe in black with their faces partially hidden would all smile, shake my hand, and welcome me. Don't get me wrong, many wear western clothes, but there are still many who don't. Some even told me how nice it was to see an American in Jordan after so long. The current king and queen are US educated and the prior queen was US born, so the country considers itself a friend of the US. They may hate that our government started the war in Iraq (their tourist industry has tanked as a result and they are now housing 1.2 million Iraqi refugees), but they don't hold it against Americans there.
The country is very modern and there were times that I felt like I was in the US. Besides being the first country I've been in that drives on "our" side of the road, the hotels, stores, cars, and restaurants are much more like the US than I would have thought or preferred.
The food is wonderful. From fresh cucumber and tomato salads, falafel, pita, gyro, hummus, olives, kabobs and western food, it was all fantastic.
And to top it off, there's so much history there, with over 9000 archeological sites. Not to mention desert, seas, mountains and very fertile farm land up north. But can you imagine being ploppped down in the middle of Syria, Israel, Egypt, Saudi Arabia and Iraq? I don't envy their location! But it's a great place and I feel perfectly safe to visit. I could easily have done it on my own and not have done the tour.
So this morning, I woke up, had breakfast with "the girls" (two single retired women from Australia who I spent a lot of time with on this tour) and then headed to the airport. A strange thing happened -- I went to a money exchange as I entered the airport to change my Jordanian Dinar to US Dollars. After finishing that, going through massive security and arriving at my gate, I realized that the man gave me way more money than he was supposed to. Currently there's about .7 USD to 1 JD. He gave me the opposite: 1 USD to .7 JD. This means that I ended up with almost $200 extra dollars. I'm not sure it's completely his fault -- the computerized receipt showed this as well. I felt guilty and wanted to go back, but security wouldn't let me. Maybe this is karma for all of the scams and rip offs I endured in India?
My flight was relatively short, but took an interesting route. From Amman, we headed south toward the Red Sea. As we were just getting something to drink, I looked out my window and saw the 7 Pillars of Wisdom and all of Wadi Rum. I could even make out the area where we camped just a few short days ago. Fortunately, we were too high up for me to see any horny Bedoin. We then flew south past Aqaba (it was directly beneath us, so I didn't really see the town) to Saudi territory and then turned right and crossed the Sinai. I figure that we were avoiding Israeli air space. As we came down into Cairo, we passed the airport and the eastern part of the city. Then we did a bit right turn to head back to the airport to land. As we were finishing the turn, I looked out of my window again and there they were: The three pyramids of Giza and what I believe was the back of the sphynx. Awesome! I hadn't landed yet, but I have already seen them. I get the close up tomorrow. I'm pretty excited about that.
I was met at the airport, ushered through immigration and taken to my hotel. My tour operator met me here and is just the nicest guy. I have almost 6 extra days at the end of my tour, so for very little money he's added on another night for me in Aswan and a 3rd night in Luxor (there's so much to see there that it'd be nice to have another day). I also have another night in Cairo when we get back. He's going to make arrangements for me to spend a night or two in Alexandria (just north on the Med coast) as soon as I decide how long I want to stay. I'm also happy to say that I have met my 5th and 6th Americans on this long journey. Only 6 you may ask? Yes, only 6: 1 in little Cancun in Thailand; 1 on the rooftop restaurant of the hotel in Udaipur, India; 2 in an internet cafe in Kathmandu and now 2 from Laredo, Texas (only one speaks English, but so far I'm holding my own in Spanish). We're going to some outdoor market tonight at sundown when everything opens. Yes, it's still Ramadan until the end of the month.
I think that not having to stress over anything (except for how long some of those Aussies were going to hold up the bus so that they could shop) has gotten me over my funk. I'm feeling healthy again, though still rather tired, and really excited about the rest of my journey. I haven't felt that since I arrived in Kathmandu sick. Stay tuned!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Jerash
Today was our final day in Jordan, so we took the 45 minute drive north of the city to Jerash. Jerash is a city built by the Romans around the time that they took over Petra. It's large as it is, but only an estimated 6% is excavated. Emperor Hadrian was responsible for a lot of the construction and there are about 6 churches, 3 theaters, a hippodrome, a cathedral, a mosque and several temples unearthed today. Excavation is ongoing and may take many decades to finish -- occupied homes are covering many of the ruins. It's big downfall appears to be a series of big earthquakes that have occurred over the centuries. Earthquakes are thought to be the downfall of Petra as well. While they're excavating and even rebuilding many of the structures in Jerash, I can't help but wonder what happens when they get another earthquake?
It was a little strange walking through this city. It looks so much like many of the Roman ruins that I've visited (Rome, Pompei, Villa Hadriana, etc.), but so different at the same time. What do I mean by that? Well the architecture is very much the same from other Roman ruins, but it's all made of sandstone and limestone. What I've seen in Italy is marble and granite. Kind of like looking at Merlin before and after her mega paint job (sorry everyone -- that's a reference that only the sailors will get). Also note that the Jordanians say that this is the "best preserved" Roman city in the world. I disagree. Pompei has this beat any day. But if they keep rebuilding it, who knows?
I'm going out with the "original 5" tonight. We're the group that met in Jordan and traveled to Aqaba together before the folks from Egypt joined us. Screw Ramadan, I think we'll be drinking tonight! I'm really going to miss these folks -- they've been incredibly nice to me despite the age difference and the fact that I'm a crass American. I'm going to miss them all.
Tomorrow I fly to Cairo. I signed up for a low budget tour which includes a felucca ride from Aswan to Luxor, so that ought to be fun. And most likely have some younger folks on it. The tour people will be meeting me at the airport, taking me through immigration, and transporting me to the hotel. On Sunday, I should see the pyramids!
Until I find wifi again ...
It was a little strange walking through this city. It looks so much like many of the Roman ruins that I've visited (Rome, Pompei, Villa Hadriana, etc.), but so different at the same time. What do I mean by that? Well the architecture is very much the same from other Roman ruins, but it's all made of sandstone and limestone. What I've seen in Italy is marble and granite. Kind of like looking at Merlin before and after her mega paint job (sorry everyone -- that's a reference that only the sailors will get). Also note that the Jordanians say that this is the "best preserved" Roman city in the world. I disagree. Pompei has this beat any day. But if they keep rebuilding it, who knows?
I'm going out with the "original 5" tonight. We're the group that met in Jordan and traveled to Aqaba together before the folks from Egypt joined us. Screw Ramadan, I think we'll be drinking tonight! I'm really going to miss these folks -- they've been incredibly nice to me despite the age difference and the fact that I'm a crass American. I'm going to miss them all.
Tomorrow I fly to Cairo. I signed up for a low budget tour which includes a felucca ride from Aswan to Luxor, so that ought to be fun. And most likely have some younger folks on it. The tour people will be meeting me at the airport, taking me through immigration, and transporting me to the hotel. On Sunday, I should see the pyramids!
Until I find wifi again ...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Nearly Done with Jordan
Today we left Petra and came back to Jordan via a few stops along the way. The first stop was Shobak Castle, a crusader castle high upon a hill north of Petra. A lot of excavation is underway, but we were able to see a church, some of the rooms with slits for shooting arrows and the escape tunnels out of the castle.
After a bit of shopping at a Dana Nature Reserve, where we watched women making jewelry and other crafts, we drove up to Mt. Nebo. This is the spot where Moses is to have seen the "Promised Land". It was a bit of a hazy day, but we could kind of see the Dead Sea, Jericho, and the Jordan Valley. If the day had been clearer, we could have seen Jerusalem. Unfortunately the churches on top are all being excavated, so we didn't go in and get to the very top.
After some more shopping (did I mention that I was on a tour bus?), we went to the Dead Sea. This is the lowest point on earth and has very high salinity. When I got in, I sat there bobbing like a cork. I kid you not. I put both hands and feet in the air and just sat. I couldn't sink if I tried. But that was salty water. We all paid 1JD to use a bucket of Dead Sea mud. We rubbed it all over our bodies and sat in the sun to let it dry for 10 minutes. After, we washed it off in the sea. It truly leaves your skin incredibly soft -- I was a little surprised. Oh, and I was the idiot that put it on above eye level, so when rinsing, I got that damned salty water in my eyes. I can't tell you how much it burned. I made it back to my stuff and managed to pour fresh water over the for a few minutes so that I could see again. Definitely not recommended.
We are now back in Amman at the same Days Inn that we started at. This is the same Days Inn that was bombed in 2005, by the way. We have to have our things searched and walk through a metal detector each time we enter. It's kind of a pain, but probably worth it. Tomorrow we go to see Jerash, the best preserved Roman city in the world. On Saturday, I fly to Cairo.
While I'm talking about flying, I have a favor to ask. Exactly one month from today, I arrive back at SFO. Is there any one out there willing to pick me up at the airport? Here's the details: British Airways flight 285, arriving at SFO at 2:15 pm on Saturday, October 18. I'll need to go through baggage claim and customs, so that'll probably take an hour or so. Anyone willing to come get me and take me to my house gets a special gift from one of 6 countries! Any takers?
After a bit of shopping at a Dana Nature Reserve, where we watched women making jewelry and other crafts, we drove up to Mt. Nebo. This is the spot where Moses is to have seen the "Promised Land". It was a bit of a hazy day, but we could kind of see the Dead Sea, Jericho, and the Jordan Valley. If the day had been clearer, we could have seen Jerusalem. Unfortunately the churches on top are all being excavated, so we didn't go in and get to the very top.
After some more shopping (did I mention that I was on a tour bus?), we went to the Dead Sea. This is the lowest point on earth and has very high salinity. When I got in, I sat there bobbing like a cork. I kid you not. I put both hands and feet in the air and just sat. I couldn't sink if I tried. But that was salty water. We all paid 1JD to use a bucket of Dead Sea mud. We rubbed it all over our bodies and sat in the sun to let it dry for 10 minutes. After, we washed it off in the sea. It truly leaves your skin incredibly soft -- I was a little surprised. Oh, and I was the idiot that put it on above eye level, so when rinsing, I got that damned salty water in my eyes. I can't tell you how much it burned. I made it back to my stuff and managed to pour fresh water over the for a few minutes so that I could see again. Definitely not recommended.
We are now back in Amman at the same Days Inn that we started at. This is the same Days Inn that was bombed in 2005, by the way. We have to have our things searched and walk through a metal detector each time we enter. It's kind of a pain, but probably worth it. Tomorrow we go to see Jerash, the best preserved Roman city in the world. On Saturday, I fly to Cairo.
While I'm talking about flying, I have a favor to ask. Exactly one month from today, I arrive back at SFO. Is there any one out there willing to pick me up at the airport? Here's the details: British Airways flight 285, arriving at SFO at 2:15 pm on Saturday, October 18. I'll need to go through baggage claim and customs, so that'll probably take an hour or so. Anyone willing to come get me and take me to my house gets a special gift from one of 6 countries! Any takers?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Petra!
This is a place I've always dreamed of coming to and today was absolutely unreal. One of the 7 wonders of the world, Petra is so much bigger than I ever imagined. My feet hurt and I only saw a very small portion of the ancient city. Rather than bore you with all the details on its history, please take a look at the wikipedia page I linked to in last night's blog.
We arrived around 8am and started the walk down from the entrance toward the Siq. The Siq is a large gorge in the sandstone that forms a bit of a walled walkway to the city. This was the main entrance for people coming to the trading center it's over 1km long, but the stone, dams, aquaduct system and colors in the rock is amazing. Eventually, you see the opening at the end and the Treasury Building peeping through.. It gave me chills! The building is beautiful and I'm amazed that it's in such great shape after all these years. I then walked, and walked and climbed and walked some more. I ditched the tour group and set out on my own (I actually "accidentally" did that in the Siq).
I climbed up to the Royal Tombs, climbed way up to the Monestary (most folks hire the air conditioned taxis for that trip, otherwise known as donkeys), climbed up to the High Alter of Sacrifice where the obliesks are and saw as much as I possibly could today. I was amazed that whenever I looked down at valleys that are not open to tourists, I still saw more homes and caves carved into the rocks. Though most Bedoin moved out of Petra in the 1970's (King Hussein offered them free, nice permanent housing near the entrance), I found out that there are still 60 families or so living there in caves, just not near the areas that tourists go. Most of them take tourists around on camels and donkeys or sell souveniers around the sites.
The rocks change colors as the day goes on the sunlight hits the area differently. The Treasury turned very red by the end of the day, as did many of the other buildings. In some areas, the colors and layers of the rock came out more, while in others if faded. It was simply amazing.
It wasn't until I walked into the hotel that I realized that I completely missed the church -- dammit! I knew I had to have missed something. As mad as I am, I don't think that my feet could have taken any more. They are swollen and I'm having trouble just walking around the hotel. And I went through 3.5 liters of water there. That's a lot.
Petra is absolutely amazing and I urge all of you to make the trip sometime. I can't put it into words, but I am so glad that I came. Just like the Taj Majal, Petra took my breath away.
We arrived around 8am and started the walk down from the entrance toward the Siq. The Siq is a large gorge in the sandstone that forms a bit of a walled walkway to the city. This was the main entrance for people coming to the trading center it's over 1km long, but the stone, dams, aquaduct system and colors in the rock is amazing. Eventually, you see the opening at the end and the Treasury Building peeping through.. It gave me chills! The building is beautiful and I'm amazed that it's in such great shape after all these years. I then walked, and walked and climbed and walked some more. I ditched the tour group and set out on my own (I actually "accidentally" did that in the Siq).
I climbed up to the Royal Tombs, climbed way up to the Monestary (most folks hire the air conditioned taxis for that trip, otherwise known as donkeys), climbed up to the High Alter of Sacrifice where the obliesks are and saw as much as I possibly could today. I was amazed that whenever I looked down at valleys that are not open to tourists, I still saw more homes and caves carved into the rocks. Though most Bedoin moved out of Petra in the 1970's (King Hussein offered them free, nice permanent housing near the entrance), I found out that there are still 60 families or so living there in caves, just not near the areas that tourists go. Most of them take tourists around on camels and donkeys or sell souveniers around the sites.
The rocks change colors as the day goes on the sunlight hits the area differently. The Treasury turned very red by the end of the day, as did many of the other buildings. In some areas, the colors and layers of the rock came out more, while in others if faded. It was simply amazing.
It wasn't until I walked into the hotel that I realized that I completely missed the church -- dammit! I knew I had to have missed something. As mad as I am, I don't think that my feet could have taken any more. They are swollen and I'm having trouble just walking around the hotel. And I went through 3.5 liters of water there. That's a lot.
Petra is absolutely amazing and I urge all of you to make the trip sometime. I can't put it into words, but I am so glad that I came. Just like the Taj Majal, Petra took my breath away.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Wadi Rum
Sorry for a lack of update yesterday, but I spent the night in a Bedoin camp in Wadi Rum, the desert where Lawrence of Arabia did his thing and where they filmed the movie. But first things first ...
Yesterday morning I went with a couple of women from my tour group to the water front in Aqaba for a glass bottom boat on the Red Sea. We did it mostly to get on the water and see the landscape. You can see both Israel (very close) and Egypt from the water and if we had gone a few more kilometers down the shore front, we'd be in Saudi Arabia. It's truly a crossroads there. We also saw the king's compound and the Royal Jordanian Yacht Club. Under the boat, we did see a lot of coral, though it wasn't very colorful. There were also a few ship wrecks and a tank. Yes, a tank. Like the army uses. It was all pretty cool to see. Oh, and goldfish. Seriously. There were goldfish swimming around some of the coral formations. I guess they had to come from somewhere before they made it to the stores.
After, we met 15 more folks who had come over on the ferry from Egypt to join our group. Luckily, there's 2 buses, so it's not too crowded. It was then that we all set off to Wadi Rum. It's a pretty spectacular desert that just blew me away. We started at the visitor's center where we saw artist renditions of what the place will look like a million years or so down the road when the rock formations erode a bit more. It looks exactly like Monument Valley in Arizona! I guess I know what that place probably used to look like.
We set off across the desert in jeeps, stopping at a spring. You see, water doesn't accumulate in pools on the desert floor there -- it seeps out of the rocks into little springs. Some have water all year long which is why the Bedoin like it so much. We then were taken to a "Bedoin" camp. Actually, it was a camp for tourists that had tents made by Bedoin and all, but we had flush toilets. We walked around, rode camels in the desert (yup, I rode me a camel -- I prefer elephants) and watched the sunset. After, the Bedoin hosts served us dinner. The chicken and potatoes were cooked in the ground and were absolutely delicious. We also had olives, hummus, tomato and cucumber salad and pita (there's always pita). It was delicious!
After dinner, I snuck away for a walk by myself. We had a full moon, so that desert was all aglow and I just wanted to check it out. I was gone about 15 minutes before Khalib, our head guide, came running to find me. Long story short, the guy made a major pass at me and wanted me to sleep out there on the desert floor with him looking at the stars. I turned him down and returned to camp. His buddies were a bit in shock and he was too humiliated to return to camp. Needless to say, he didn't speak to me this morning.
But the night was wonderful. Breakfast was delicious. We had a 2 hour jeep tour of the desert stopping at a big arch, what's left of the building that they used to film Lawrence of Arabia, some Bedoin art etched into the rocks, and a huge sand dune before we returned to meet our buses. One of our jeeps got a flat out there, but they managed to roll the thing up on some rocks and skip the whole jack thing. The tire was changed very quickly.
We then drove to Petra to our hotel for two nights. Some of us have walked through town and then got Turkish baths a the hotel. We're now waiting for dinner. I'm so excited to spend the day at Petra tomorrow -- I've always wanted to see it. I promise to take a lot of pictures.
Cheers!
Yesterday morning I went with a couple of women from my tour group to the water front in Aqaba for a glass bottom boat on the Red Sea. We did it mostly to get on the water and see the landscape. You can see both Israel (very close) and Egypt from the water and if we had gone a few more kilometers down the shore front, we'd be in Saudi Arabia. It's truly a crossroads there. We also saw the king's compound and the Royal Jordanian Yacht Club. Under the boat, we did see a lot of coral, though it wasn't very colorful. There were also a few ship wrecks and a tank. Yes, a tank. Like the army uses. It was all pretty cool to see. Oh, and goldfish. Seriously. There were goldfish swimming around some of the coral formations. I guess they had to come from somewhere before they made it to the stores.
After, we met 15 more folks who had come over on the ferry from Egypt to join our group. Luckily, there's 2 buses, so it's not too crowded. It was then that we all set off to Wadi Rum. It's a pretty spectacular desert that just blew me away. We started at the visitor's center where we saw artist renditions of what the place will look like a million years or so down the road when the rock formations erode a bit more. It looks exactly like Monument Valley in Arizona! I guess I know what that place probably used to look like.
We set off across the desert in jeeps, stopping at a spring. You see, water doesn't accumulate in pools on the desert floor there -- it seeps out of the rocks into little springs. Some have water all year long which is why the Bedoin like it so much. We then were taken to a "Bedoin" camp. Actually, it was a camp for tourists that had tents made by Bedoin and all, but we had flush toilets. We walked around, rode camels in the desert (yup, I rode me a camel -- I prefer elephants) and watched the sunset. After, the Bedoin hosts served us dinner. The chicken and potatoes were cooked in the ground and were absolutely delicious. We also had olives, hummus, tomato and cucumber salad and pita (there's always pita). It was delicious!
After dinner, I snuck away for a walk by myself. We had a full moon, so that desert was all aglow and I just wanted to check it out. I was gone about 15 minutes before Khalib, our head guide, came running to find me. Long story short, the guy made a major pass at me and wanted me to sleep out there on the desert floor with him looking at the stars. I turned him down and returned to camp. His buddies were a bit in shock and he was too humiliated to return to camp. Needless to say, he didn't speak to me this morning.
But the night was wonderful. Breakfast was delicious. We had a 2 hour jeep tour of the desert stopping at a big arch, what's left of the building that they used to film Lawrence of Arabia, some Bedoin art etched into the rocks, and a huge sand dune before we returned to meet our buses. One of our jeeps got a flat out there, but they managed to roll the thing up on some rocks and skip the whole jack thing. The tire was changed very quickly.
We then drove to Petra to our hotel for two nights. Some of us have walked through town and then got Turkish baths a the hotel. We're now waiting for dinner. I'm so excited to spend the day at Petra tomorrow -- I've always wanted to see it. I promise to take a lot of pictures.
Cheers!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I've become one of those people
Yup. Just what I feared. I'm now on a tour and it's a bit of a drag. First of all, there are 4 Aussies and myself. And the driver and guide. I'm the only one under the age of 55 except for the guide, but he spends most of his time texting his friends. We are on a giant air conditioned Mercedes bus and are staying in big hotels with all the amenities. Every time I look at the tour bus, I feel like I've aged like 25 years and am retired. And once we're in the hotel, you could be anywhere. The decoration is very generic and I feel like I'm in the States. But at least the rooms are clean (that was a definite problem in India). This arrangement makes it very hard to meet the locals. That was something that I've been good at since embarking on this journey and I feel like I may leave the Middle East without seeing how the people live. Or making any friends.
The two single Aussie ladies (and there's a married couple as well) found a guy who's willing to take us out on a glass bottom boat in the morning to see some reefs. We're going to do that after breakfast and before swimming in the sea. We don't leave the hotel for our night in the Bedoin camp in the desert until noon, so we'll have plenty of time.
I'd be outside now, but it's really hot. I mean really, really hot. Like 110 degrees hot. So I'm waiting for the sun to go down to take a swim. And eat dinner.
The two single Aussie ladies (and there's a married couple as well) found a guy who's willing to take us out on a glass bottom boat in the morning to see some reefs. We're going to do that after breakfast and before swimming in the sea. We don't leave the hotel for our night in the Bedoin camp in the desert until noon, so we'll have plenty of time.
I'd be outside now, but it's really hot. I mean really, really hot. Like 110 degrees hot. So I'm waiting for the sun to go down to take a swim. And eat dinner.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Welcome to Jordan!
That's a phrase I've heard repeatedly since arriving. Although I was in western clothes, Arab men opened doors for me, smiled, and welcomed me to Jordan. Women smiled and welcomed me, the hotel staff, the teenagers skateboarding on the sidewalk when I walked to an ATM -- even the men going into a mosque that I passed on my way to the bank. Very nice. I feel completely safe here -- truly.
I haven't seen much yet, but should later today. My tour group meets in the lobby at 11:00, and after introductions, we head down to the Red Sea. I can't wait! It's been a while since I've seen a good beach.
Now for an explanation of what happened in Kathmandu with the protests and my blog:
After posting the photos and stories about what I saw and heard that day, I collected my things to leave the internet cafe. A man asked me about my photos, asked if I was a reporter and then asked what I did for a living. He introduced himself as a reporter and wanted me to come to his hotel the next morning for breakfast and then to a cafe that journalists hang out at. As I left, he moved over to the machine that I had been using.
The next day, his hotel front door was locked, so I was unable to meet him and I found that I was denied access to my blog. When I returned to my guest house, I mentioned this to my South African friend (who is a journalist currently living in India) and Sarita, the owner of the guest house. Well, they read me the riot act in a big bad way. Apparently, Asia is not like the States and I can get myself into big trouble by writing such things. They were worried that this man was able to look up the websites that I had visited on the computer that he switched to and read my blog. They were very worried that he wasn't a journalist at all. They said that there are people (including Tibetans) on the payroll of the Chinese government keeping an eye on things in Nepal. They told me that people get abducted for writing these things all the time. Between the two of them, they hatched a plan to get me out of Kathmandu with Sarita's friend Prem to go trekking. Afterwards, I was to leave almost immediately for Chitwan and then Pokhara. I was also not allowed to get into cabs without staff from the guest house checking them out first. I was to tell them where I was going at all times and not deviate from the reported locations.
If you ask me, it was all much ado about nothing. I don't believe that I was ever in danger, nor do I believe that Google blocked my access because of this. They have given me no explanation except that someone had complained about "objectionable content". But to keep my new friends happy, I played along.
And now that I'm safely out of the region, here's what I learned about Nepali politics and government:
The Nepalis are stuck between a rock and a hard place -- literally. To the north, they have China who is the most populated country on the planet and has probably the largest and certainly one of the most powerful armies. To the west, south and east, there's India. India is the second most populated country on Earth and also has a very big army. Nepal has only 25 million people (as opposed to over a billion in each of its neighbors) and is a very poor country. While I saw police and army around a lot, I'd say that 90% or so don't carry guns. They can't afford them. Instead they carry sticks. That's right. They carry 4 foot bamboo canes that are nicely shellacked in order to make them stiffer and more painful. This is what they have to fight the bad guys and any invading countries.
Past governments have basically bent over backwards for China and India rather than start any animosities or conflicts. They have made deals that have hurt the Nepali people (unlimited free visas for citizens of China and India -- allowing India to process the sugar cane grown in southern Nepal and then sell it back to the Nepali at 2.5 times the price that they sell it for in India, etc.). They have turned over small portions of what used to be Nepal to India (one such area is where Sarita grew up). At the same time, these government officials (the recently ousted King included) have padded their own pockets with kickbacks from their neighbors. This at the same time that most Nepali cannot afford sugar and many other goods. This is why they recently ousted them all and elected Maoist party candidates. It's not out of some sort of sympathy or attachment to China, but rather the belief that Maoists will do what's best for the people and not simply make themselves rich. The new government is just now getting their act together and starting to govern, so we'll see how it goes. In the meantime, Nepal just tries to not make it's neighbors angry because they just don't have the means to stand up to them. That's why all of the protests that have been happening at the Chinese embassy (and there have been many over the last 4 months or so) go unmentioned in the press.
OK. I'm going to breakfast now.
I haven't seen much yet, but should later today. My tour group meets in the lobby at 11:00, and after introductions, we head down to the Red Sea. I can't wait! It's been a while since I've seen a good beach.
Now for an explanation of what happened in Kathmandu with the protests and my blog:
After posting the photos and stories about what I saw and heard that day, I collected my things to leave the internet cafe. A man asked me about my photos, asked if I was a reporter and then asked what I did for a living. He introduced himself as a reporter and wanted me to come to his hotel the next morning for breakfast and then to a cafe that journalists hang out at. As I left, he moved over to the machine that I had been using.
The next day, his hotel front door was locked, so I was unable to meet him and I found that I was denied access to my blog. When I returned to my guest house, I mentioned this to my South African friend (who is a journalist currently living in India) and Sarita, the owner of the guest house. Well, they read me the riot act in a big bad way. Apparently, Asia is not like the States and I can get myself into big trouble by writing such things. They were worried that this man was able to look up the websites that I had visited on the computer that he switched to and read my blog. They were very worried that he wasn't a journalist at all. They said that there are people (including Tibetans) on the payroll of the Chinese government keeping an eye on things in Nepal. They told me that people get abducted for writing these things all the time. Between the two of them, they hatched a plan to get me out of Kathmandu with Sarita's friend Prem to go trekking. Afterwards, I was to leave almost immediately for Chitwan and then Pokhara. I was also not allowed to get into cabs without staff from the guest house checking them out first. I was to tell them where I was going at all times and not deviate from the reported locations.
If you ask me, it was all much ado about nothing. I don't believe that I was ever in danger, nor do I believe that Google blocked my access because of this. They have given me no explanation except that someone had complained about "objectionable content". But to keep my new friends happy, I played along.
And now that I'm safely out of the region, here's what I learned about Nepali politics and government:
The Nepalis are stuck between a rock and a hard place -- literally. To the north, they have China who is the most populated country on the planet and has probably the largest and certainly one of the most powerful armies. To the west, south and east, there's India. India is the second most populated country on Earth and also has a very big army. Nepal has only 25 million people (as opposed to over a billion in each of its neighbors) and is a very poor country. While I saw police and army around a lot, I'd say that 90% or so don't carry guns. They can't afford them. Instead they carry sticks. That's right. They carry 4 foot bamboo canes that are nicely shellacked in order to make them stiffer and more painful. This is what they have to fight the bad guys and any invading countries.
Past governments have basically bent over backwards for China and India rather than start any animosities or conflicts. They have made deals that have hurt the Nepali people (unlimited free visas for citizens of China and India -- allowing India to process the sugar cane grown in southern Nepal and then sell it back to the Nepali at 2.5 times the price that they sell it for in India, etc.). They have turned over small portions of what used to be Nepal to India (one such area is where Sarita grew up). At the same time, these government officials (the recently ousted King included) have padded their own pockets with kickbacks from their neighbors. This at the same time that most Nepali cannot afford sugar and many other goods. This is why they recently ousted them all and elected Maoist party candidates. It's not out of some sort of sympathy or attachment to China, but rather the belief that Maoists will do what's best for the people and not simply make themselves rich. The new government is just now getting their act together and starting to govern, so we'll see how it goes. In the meantime, Nepal just tries to not make it's neighbors angry because they just don't have the means to stand up to them. That's why all of the protests that have been happening at the Chinese embassy (and there have been many over the last 4 months or so) go unmentioned in the press.
OK. I'm going to breakfast now.
Greetings from the Arabian Peninsula
I'm currently on a short layover in Doha, Qatar. We're really not in Asia any more. As far as you can see, it's just flat with a lot of sand. I'm one of the few women in the airport not covering my face and the men in full-on Arab gear are everywhere. It's currently Ramadan, which means no eating or drinking during daylight, so no food or drink for me for a bit. Oh yeah, and the flight pattern thing on the screen during the flight always showed the direction and distance to Mecca. Definitely different for me.
Leaving Kathmandu was pretty sad. As we took off, I could actually see the mountains and I even saw Everest again briefly. We followed the range for a bit before crossing India and then Pakistan. Can you believe that I never saw a plant when flying over Pakistan? Not a single piece of vegetation. Just dry, arid, rocky land. And as we crossed the Persian Gulf and neared Doha, you could see some of those funky man-made islands and a lot of sky scrapers. Interesting place. But their calling us to the shuttle bus to take us to the next plane. Later.
Leaving Kathmandu was pretty sad. As we took off, I could actually see the mountains and I even saw Everest again briefly. We followed the range for a bit before crossing India and then Pakistan. Can you believe that I never saw a plant when flying over Pakistan? Not a single piece of vegetation. Just dry, arid, rocky land. And as we crossed the Persian Gulf and neared Doha, you could see some of those funky man-made islands and a lot of sky scrapers. Interesting place. But their calling us to the shuttle bus to take us to the next plane. Later.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Final Thoughts
So I'm all packed and ready to leave first thing in the morning. I spent the day getting ready and meandering around Kathmandu. I'm really going to miss it here. Just a couple of reasons why:
1. You hear music everywhere. Not just coming from the shops and restaurants, but from the people. The guy sitting at the reception desk at the guest house is often humming or singing to himself. So is the rickshaw driver hanging out on the corner waiting for his next fare. And the shopkeeper sitting on his/her step waiting for another customer. Mothers walking down the street with their kids sing, too. Quite plainly -- everyone. Music is a major part of their lives and if they can't be listening to some professional stuff, they create the music themselves.
2. Tourists are considered honored guests and for the most part, that's how I feel here. Just saying "namaste" to someone here gets you a huge smile and a friend for the rest of your stay.
3. The food is really pretty good. They use a lot of nice spices and cook things just so. I've even come to love rice and lentils, but there's lots of western food here, too.
4. It's so incredible inexpensive that I rarely spend even $2 on a meal.
5. The landscape is like non other. Simply stunning.
6. The people here are very giving. Even though they make next to nothing I see them preparing food and handing out coins to those less fortunate. This isn't just an occasional thing either. There's some pedestrian overpasses to cross the busiest street in Kathmandu. There are some very poor, often disabled people who sit on the stairs on either side with their hand out asking for help. About 50-60% of the Nepali I see who use the overpasses pull a stack of coins out of their pockets as they approach. They then hand a coin to each person in need. Every time I've seen this.
I'll write more about the politics and the demonstration situation once I'm out of here to fill you all in on what did and didn't happen. In the meantime, I'm leaving Asia proper for the Middle East (I know, geographically, it's still part of Asia). I have two flights tomorrow to get to Amman, Jordan. The first is a 5 hour flight to Doha, Qatar. After a 1.5 hour layover, I have another couple of hours in the air to reach my destination. I'll be met by someone from the tour group and won't have to navigate the city on my own. If interested, you can read up on my itinerary here. As always, I'll blog and post pictures as I can, but my last remaining CD got fried, so if I can't find wifi or plug my laptop in anywhere, I'll be unable to post photos. Unless I can find a place to buy more CDs or a flash drive. Cheers!
p.s. There's a Spanish station in Kathmandu that shows the Vuelta live every night! I think I keep forgeting to mention it.
1. You hear music everywhere. Not just coming from the shops and restaurants, but from the people. The guy sitting at the reception desk at the guest house is often humming or singing to himself. So is the rickshaw driver hanging out on the corner waiting for his next fare. And the shopkeeper sitting on his/her step waiting for another customer. Mothers walking down the street with their kids sing, too. Quite plainly -- everyone. Music is a major part of their lives and if they can't be listening to some professional stuff, they create the music themselves.
2. Tourists are considered honored guests and for the most part, that's how I feel here. Just saying "namaste" to someone here gets you a huge smile and a friend for the rest of your stay.
3. The food is really pretty good. They use a lot of nice spices and cook things just so. I've even come to love rice and lentils, but there's lots of western food here, too.
4. It's so incredible inexpensive that I rarely spend even $2 on a meal.
5. The landscape is like non other. Simply stunning.
6. The people here are very giving. Even though they make next to nothing I see them preparing food and handing out coins to those less fortunate. This isn't just an occasional thing either. There's some pedestrian overpasses to cross the busiest street in Kathmandu. There are some very poor, often disabled people who sit on the stairs on either side with their hand out asking for help. About 50-60% of the Nepali I see who use the overpasses pull a stack of coins out of their pockets as they approach. They then hand a coin to each person in need. Every time I've seen this.
I'll write more about the politics and the demonstration situation once I'm out of here to fill you all in on what did and didn't happen. In the meantime, I'm leaving Asia proper for the Middle East (I know, geographically, it's still part of Asia). I have two flights tomorrow to get to Amman, Jordan. The first is a 5 hour flight to Doha, Qatar. After a 1.5 hour layover, I have another couple of hours in the air to reach my destination. I'll be met by someone from the tour group and won't have to navigate the city on my own. If interested, you can read up on my itinerary here. As always, I'll blog and post pictures as I can, but my last remaining CD got fried, so if I can't find wifi or plug my laptop in anywhere, I'll be unable to post photos. Unless I can find a place to buy more CDs or a flash drive. Cheers!
p.s. There's a Spanish station in Kathmandu that shows the Vuelta live every night! I think I keep forgeting to mention it.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Taking care of business
My Romanian friends arrived at the guest house last night -- it's always so good to see familiar faces. We first met on the bus to Chitwan, sat together on the bus to Pokhara, and saw each other in Pokhara when I wasn't sick. We had a good talk last night, had breakfast together this morning, and then they were off to the airport. They're heading to Bhutan for a bit before returning to Nepal. I'll be gone before they return. I'll miss them! It's funny how you get close to people in very short time periods when you're half way around the world on your own.
I went to the store and stocked up on the basics today (shampoo, conditioner, kleenex, etc.). This was the first time I've actually had to buy those types of things. It's much cheaper here, but I couldn't find my brands. I'm sure my hair will survive, but I'll probably have some pretty bad hair days between now and when I return.
Also, I was a little panicked that I had used all of the cipro the US doc had given me to take on my trip. What happens if I get sick again? Well, they sell it in the grocery store. 10 pills of the same dosage that I was prescribed (and I was only given 2) came in a package that cost 120 rupee. That's not even $2. Ironically, I couldn't buy any more immonium there. I have to go to a pharmacy for that. Go figure.
The rest of the day will be spent shopping for a few items. I need to replace my sunglasses that got stepped on a week ago, so Sarita is taking me to a store that has good glasses at cheap prices. I'm also gonna do the souvenier thing. Tomorrow is all about collecting my laundry, shipping things home, exchanging money and packing because Saturday morning (Friday night your time) it's off to Jordan. I'm hoping to be healthy and have some energy by then. I'm going to need it because I'll be on the move a lot there. Right now, all I want to do is take a nap.
I went to the store and stocked up on the basics today (shampoo, conditioner, kleenex, etc.). This was the first time I've actually had to buy those types of things. It's much cheaper here, but I couldn't find my brands. I'm sure my hair will survive, but I'll probably have some pretty bad hair days between now and when I return.
Also, I was a little panicked that I had used all of the cipro the US doc had given me to take on my trip. What happens if I get sick again? Well, they sell it in the grocery store. 10 pills of the same dosage that I was prescribed (and I was only given 2) came in a package that cost 120 rupee. That's not even $2. Ironically, I couldn't buy any more immonium there. I have to go to a pharmacy for that. Go figure.
The rest of the day will be spent shopping for a few items. I need to replace my sunglasses that got stepped on a week ago, so Sarita is taking me to a store that has good glasses at cheap prices. I'm also gonna do the souvenier thing. Tomorrow is all about collecting my laundry, shipping things home, exchanging money and packing because Saturday morning (Friday night your time) it's off to Jordan. I'm hoping to be healthy and have some energy by then. I'm going to need it because I'll be on the move a lot there. Right now, all I want to do is take a nap.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Back in Kathmandu
Well, after a 7.5 hour bus ride through very windy, steep mountain roads, I'm back in Kathmandu. While sorting out my ticket this morning, I looked up and had my breath taken away. Far more of the mountains were visible than ever before. Snow capped Himalayan peaks towered overhead and it was nothing short of spectacular. They sort of looked like they had been painted above us. I've seen the Sierra Nevadas, the Cascades, the Rockies, the mountains in Alaska, the Alps and the Dolomites, but none come close to this spectacular. I don't think I'm exaggerating. I wish that I had pictures, but I had to board the bus and we took off before I had time to get the camera out of the bag. And then I was on the wrong side of the bus on very bumpy roads for over 30 minutes before the clouds came in. No photos came out. Shit. But at least I finally saw what I came here for. I'm just so disappointed that I arrived with that nasty cold and then got sick in Pokhara. I really want to come back and do some treking sometime -- I just haven't done this place justice.
By the way, before I left on this journey, I read that Nepal has the highest percentage of return visitors than any other country in the world. It's obvious to me why. Between the stunning scenery, the very kind and smiley people, and the amazing culture, there's little not to love. And where else can you travel to and go treking, white water rafting, mountain biking, paragliding, hang with monks at a monestary and just plain relax all in the same week?
I still have 2 days to get my ducks in a row (laundry, stock up on shampoo, conditioner, replace my broken sunglasses, and mail purchases home) before I leave Asia and head to the Middle East. I must be crazy to be leaving this place for the hot desert.
By the way, before I left on this journey, I read that Nepal has the highest percentage of return visitors than any other country in the world. It's obvious to me why. Between the stunning scenery, the very kind and smiley people, and the amazing culture, there's little not to love. And where else can you travel to and go treking, white water rafting, mountain biking, paragliding, hang with monks at a monestary and just plain relax all in the same week?
I still have 2 days to get my ducks in a row (laundry, stock up on shampoo, conditioner, replace my broken sunglasses, and mail purchases home) before I leave Asia and head to the Middle East. I must be crazy to be leaving this place for the hot desert.
Monday, September 8, 2008
I Finally Left the Hotel!
Well, after 2 days of laying low, I broke free today. I woke up early and decided it was time for a walk. I grabbed a bottle of water and bought a pastry from a Nepali woman and walked to Devi's Fall (yes, fall singular). It was about 1.5 miles from the hotel through some very nice suburban areas. The water kinda gushes through some tunnels and down some crevaces, so you can't see the whole thing, but it was nice anyways. After, I crossed the street and went into a cave. Unfortunately, only the first part was open, so you couldn't see the underground falls -- just a tacky temple they put in there.
But now I'm back and ready for a nap. I'm getting tired very easily these days and I do have to rest up for the next part of my journey.
By the way, I've kinda done a cop out. I've heard too many stories from other tourists about how hard it is to travel solo in Egypt, especially for a woman. In fact, Lonely Planet starts their chapter on Egypt by telling you several different ways to say "Get your hands off me" in Arabic. Also, I've been told that it's really hard to find the right line for the right ticket at the various attractions, but the tour groups go right in. So I booked me a tour. Don't worry -- it's not deluxe at all. It's about $300 for 9nights. I'm still sailing on a felucca down the Nile and spending a couple of nights on board (on deck -- there's no below). But they'll be picking me up at the airport and taking me back. Since I'm on a tour in Jordan as well, and Tanzania is all taken care of by the safari company, I'm nearing the end of my being on my own. On the one hand, I'm sad about it. On the other hand, I'm really glad that I don't have to drag my luggage by myself, haggle with taxi drivers, and search desperately for a decent room to stay in.
But now I'm back and ready for a nap. I'm getting tired very easily these days and I do have to rest up for the next part of my journey.
By the way, I've kinda done a cop out. I've heard too many stories from other tourists about how hard it is to travel solo in Egypt, especially for a woman. In fact, Lonely Planet starts their chapter on Egypt by telling you several different ways to say "Get your hands off me" in Arabic. Also, I've been told that it's really hard to find the right line for the right ticket at the various attractions, but the tour groups go right in. So I booked me a tour. Don't worry -- it's not deluxe at all. It's about $300 for 9nights. I'm still sailing on a felucca down the Nile and spending a couple of nights on board (on deck -- there's no below). But they'll be picking me up at the airport and taking me back. Since I'm on a tour in Jordan as well, and Tanzania is all taken care of by the safari company, I'm nearing the end of my being on my own. On the one hand, I'm sad about it. On the other hand, I'm really glad that I don't have to drag my luggage by myself, haggle with taxi drivers, and search desperately for a decent room to stay in.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Quick Update
The cipro seems to have worked and the stomach, intestines, etc. feel pretty normal. I'm just extremely tired. I literally went 100 yards for breakfast and didn't have the energy to finish a single banana pancake (I thought that was my safest bet). I'm going to take a nap and see how I feel this afternoon. I'm also going to extend my stay in Pokhara by a day -- if I don't, I leave tomorrow and don't really get to do much of anything but look at the beautiful mountains from the hotel. This will give me 3 nights back in Kathmandu before leaving for Jordan ...
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Sunrise at the hotel
So I did it, I'm finally sick in a way that's going to lay me up for the day. I think I had bad food for dinner yesterday, 'cause I had it coming out both ends starting at about 11pm. It as pretty much a sleepless night. I did look out my window at dawn to see if the promised view of the Annapurna part of the Himalayas was there and sure enough, it was. The mountains are clouded in again, but they should be clear around sunset.
I'm going to lay low today and get better for tomorrow. The hotel wants me to see a doctor, but I took one of the cipro that the travel doc gave me and I should be fine.
I'm going to hang some prayer flags for Linda. I'm so sorry about your crash -- I hope you feel better soon.
I'm going to lay low today and get better for tomorrow. The hotel wants me to see a doctor, but I took one of the cipro that the travel doc gave me and I should be fine.
I'm going to hang some prayer flags for Linda. I'm so sorry about your crash -- I hope you feel better soon.
The last of my stay in Chitwan
Well, yesterday I went on the elephant jungle trek. I was so happy after doing the elephant bath thing in the river -- the elephant had no injuries, no chains, and seemed genuinely happy. When I went for the elephant safari, it was an entirely different story.
First of all, they piled 4 of us up top along with the handler. That's a hell of a lot of weight. The elephant was bleeding. Yep, bleeding from cuts behind his ears brought on by a big metal hook. He also had another bleeding gouge between his right ear and the center of his head. The driver hit him very hard to make him turn, much harder than is necessary. I was so upset I nearly started crying.
The other 3 along for the ride were loud. Their cell phones kept ringing and they just kept talking, laughing, basically making too much noise for us to see much wildlife. Everything we saw was in the first 5 minutes. I saw a rhino ahead on the road and shushed them all and pointed. They were nice enough to stay quiet for a few minutes while we saw rhino, deer and a bird carrying a snake. Other than that, the safari was a dud because they couldn't keep their big mouths shut. If I only knew how to speak their language, they would have heard an earful. I watched him ride the elephant home after. He chained the poor thing up outside his house and didn't even bring water or food near it. I came pretty close to buying some cucumbers and hopping the fence, but I thought I might get into some serious trouble.
I have to say -- I opened my big mouth and said some things about the way that the elephants are treated to a few locals (the driver didn't speak any English). They claim that elephants are mean and have been known to break away and run through the village as well as throw their handlers to the ground. They apparently need to be treated roughly or they don't behave. I know better from my experience in Thailand. I responded by telling them that if you're nice to a dog, it's your friend for life. If you kick it, it bites you. They agreed, but still don't think that the logic applies to elephants.
This kinda ruined the rest of my time there, but luckily it was my last day. I went to a cultural program in the village to see some dancing last night and then went off to bed. Today, I took a nearly 6 hour bus ride to Pokhara. It wouldn't have taken so long, but the bus stopped pretty much everywhere. The good news is, I'm here. I saw some of the Himalayas looming over just before sunset and am promised a beautiful view at sunrise. Stay tuned for some photos tomorrow.
Oh, and the elephant safari was the first time using the big lens on the new camera -- good practice for Africa.
Friday, September 5, 2008
The Jungle
Well, I was woken this morning at dawn so that I could eat breakfast and start a trek through the jungle. I met my guide and we (along with another guide to bring up the rear) were off in a canoe down the river and across to the park. We managed to see 2 rhinos in the grass across a watering hole, a wild boar, a couple of monkeys and lots of bugs. Oh yeah, and I got 3 leeches picked off of me. The head guide got 2. After a couple of hours, we headed back to the resort.
I was asked if I wanted to help bathe an elephant. Absolutely! So I put on a swimsuit with a pair of shorts and a tank top and headed to the river bank. There was a beautiful Asian elephant waiting for me. This one was a 40 year old male and I just can't pronounce his name. I was told to stand in front of him, look him in the eyes and grab both of his ears. When I did that, he put his trunk up for me to step on. I did and he hoisted me over his head and onto his neck. Nevermind that I was facing backwards and had to turn around. Anyway, we went down into the river and he started spraying me over his shoulder. Then he would duck down into the water and roll from side to side. Eventually, I fell off with a big splash. He sprayed me again and it was on. I was splashing him in the face and he was spraying. It was a total water fight. The handler was smart enough to get out of the way and let us play. I was actually with the elephant in the river for about an hour. He was pretty damned clean by the time that we were done, but I was sticky (the water was muddy) and needed a real shower. But a ton of fun. And this elephant had no chains and the handler didn't use his stick at all -- just voice commands. As it should be.
I've finished lunch and am meandering for a bit. In about an hour I have a jungle safari on an elephant. Supposedly the animals are not afraid of the elephants despite their size and I stand a much better chance of seeing many more than this morning.
Internet access here is slow, expensive and unreliable. I'll upload photos tomorrow after I arrive in Pokara. I can't wait to get out of the heat!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Don't expect much for a few days
Hi all. After a really fun evening with Prem and his family, I got up early and headed to Chitwan National Park. The day was looking promising when I saw some of the mountains peaking out above the clouds and they were gorgeous. Things started going downhill when my bus window wouldn't open and I nearly drowned in my own sweat. Then I arrive at Chitwan Tiger Camp to find that I'm the only guest there. Oh, and it's damned hot. Hot like the Thar desert only a little more humid.
Anyway, I set off with my "guide" on bicycle. Yes, that's a bicycle folks. First ride since early July. On a singlespeed with no suspension. And fenders. And bad breaks. But it was Bella blue, so it must be OK. The roads here are really just a bunch of bigger rocks piled together, so I really could have used some suspension. And though the road is wide, the elephant and buffalo droppings mean that you're basically riding single track. My guide rode right through the stuff, but I was afraid of spray. If the fenders didn't catch it all ...
So we rode to the river, crossed via canoe and set out through the jungle to see animals. I really don't think the guide knew what he was doing. He talked so much and so loudly, I'm sure he scared off every animal within 5 miles. He also kept holding branches out of my way but would let go to early and I'd get smacked right in the face. He did point out a lot of diggings in the ground and would tell me that they were made from bears or boars or something else. At one point he got all excited and pointed to some fresh hoof prints in the mud. He declared them to be rhino tracks. I asked him if he was sure, because they kind of looked like buffalo tracks to me. He was certain and said that he's the expert. "OK", I said. "But look -- the tracks go straight to the herd of buffalo around the corner." I don't think he was happy to have me point that out. Anyway, we saw nothing except domestic buffalo and cows.
We then headed over to an elephant breeding camp. Lots and lots of babies. But unlike Thailand, this place didn't treat their elephants very well. They were all chained up very tight with no slack at all. Some even had both front feet chained together so that they couldn't move. And many had food just out of reach. I got pretty upset and almost said something, but again -- I'm learning to keep my big mouth shut. I insisted we leave.
I'm now going to take a shower and put on my bug spray for the night. After dinner, I'll work on the photos, but I don't think I'll be able to post any until I get to Pokara. Internet access is so slow here it took me 20 minutes to get signed in to write this.
By the way, no Lukla. If there's no view from there, then it's not worth it. I won't have the time to do the necessary treks. I'm still working on plan z.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The Trek
Well, I came back to Kathmandu this morning and have managed to upload photos and get all caught up. So let me tell you about the "trek".
Sarita (the owner of Happy Home Guest House) set me up with a local trekking guide who costs $5/day. On Monday morning, he picked me up at the guest house and we walked over to the bus park to catch our bus out of town. It was way too easy.
You see, the bus park is loaded with buses pointed every which direction. There is no rhyme or reason to where they are going and where they are parked. There is no information desk and no place to buy tickets. Instead, you pay a guy cash on the bus. You only know where a bus is going because of the guy standing in the doorway, hanging out yelling all of the stops in auctioneer style. These guys really know how to talk fast and they don't really speak English. Hence my previous problems with getting the right bus.
So we set off on a very crowded city bus (and the correct bus!). After about 2 hours, we arrived in some town where we had to change buses. We found the right bus and sat and waited until they deemed it full enough to get started (about an hour). Once we left, we headed up into the foothills on some very narrow, dicey roads. The scenery was incredible even if there were times it seemed like we were going off a cliff. About 2 hours later, we arrived at Nagarkot. This is a very sleepy town on a ridge with views of both the eastern and central Himalayas, depending upon which side of the ridge you are on. The town itself has a few homes, a few small cafes and restaurants, a school and, of course, lots of hotels. The hotels on the Everest side are pricey (and some cater to very wealthy tourists) and the hotels on the other side are pretty reasonable. We stayed at Hotel Himalaya Heart which was on the reasonable side.
After checking in, we walked around the town a bit and over to a viewpoint just over the ridge. This is where we were going to see Everest at sunrise. You see, it's still pretty cloudy even though the monsoon season is about over. I have yet to see the mountains except for my day 1 flight. This area gets fogged in at night, but in the morning, it clears around sunrise and the mountains can be seen for about an hour or so before the clouds roll back in. This was a promise that I heard from everyone, including the people at Nagarkot.
So at dinner, I was given some "local wine" to try. It was very clear and didn't smell like much. I got brave and took a sip. Funny, it tasted like room temperature sake. So I asked if it was made of rice and sure enough, it was. I was drinking sake moonshine in Nepal!
The next morning I awoke to fog, but this was expected. We set off to the viewpoint and waited. Every time it started to clear, it clouded or fogged right up again. We stood there for nearly an hour at which time we decided to check out, get our bags, and come back on our way down the trail. So we did. And we waited. And finally a local came by and said that it wasn't going to clear today. First time in 3 weeks. No view of the mountains and no Everest. Damn.
So we set off on our downward trek. We mostly followed what was a road before the monsoon season. It now needs to be rebuilt (something that happens annually) before it can be used again. We trekked alongside streams, past small waterfalls, by farm land, and through tiny villages. Whenever we walked through a village, the children would come out to wave. We stopped at one for some tea and watched the children play jump rope. One was wearing a Harry Potter t-shirt and this is when I heard at length how popular Harry is, even in Nepal. This was the first place where we saw marijuana growing next to the road. But not the last.
Eventually, we ended up at our destination -- Shankarapur. This is a small town near the bottom of the foothills. I had mentioned that I'd love to see some local life, so Sarita made sure that we stayed in a town that sees next to no tourists. It's a very poor town, but very classic Nepali. There are lots of temples, buildings that need help, a lot of farming and livestock raising, and a very colorful group of people. There are no hotels here, so we had to stay in a "guest house". Basically, we were in a building with 3 generations of a family. They have a small store and restaurant on the ground floor along with the kitchen and a common bathroom (squat toilet -- no shower or tub) and bedrooms going up about 4 stories. The accommodations were rustic at best. After seeing the place, I reminded myself that I've been out backpacking in Yosemite for much longer than this and didn't have a cot, roof, or squat toilet. This really wasn't that bad. It's all part of the adventure. Sadly, I saw two western tourists (I think they were German) get dropped off by a car a few hours later. They walked all over town trying to find a place to stay -- my place wasn't good enough. I actually saw the woman sitting on the side of the road crying. I just wanted to go out there, shake her and tell her to suck it up. It's only for a night and I think it's a good thing for us privileged folks to find out first hand how others live. But I didn't. Lately, I've been learning how to keep my big mouth shut.
Anyway, we had some lunch and set out to explore the town. This was done in less than 10 minutes. So we got ambitious and headed up the hillside past some monastaries to a temple. That was a bitch of a hike. We were both hating life and had to take some breaks. Some local children joined us and at the top we bought some apples and shared with them. There was a religious festival that day, so I wasn't allowed to take pictures of the temple up close. But the views from there were amazing. It was hard to believe that we went up that high in so short a time.
Then we went back to town and walked some more. By then most of the children had heard I was there and came to talk and get their picture taken. And there was the town drunk. He came right up to me and rambled on for about 5 minutes in Nepali. The guide told him that I didn't speak Nepali, but that didn't deter him. He kept slurring his words going on about something. Later, I was told that he was saying that his 3 sons won't look at him and his wife has locked him out of the house. I guess the man has issues. But listening to him was quite fun. I'm not sure why, but it was. We spent about an hour with the kids, watched as the festival approached town, but left when nothing much was really happening.
Then I was taken to a tea place where I was asked to sample the local beer. Beer! How nice! Not really. It was room temperature, home made, rice beer. Incredibly nasty. THE WORST THING EVER!!! There were laughs all around when I nearly choked and was trying so hard to be gracious and say that it was delicious.
We ate dinner with the family and then headed to bed as quick as we could. The sun goes down around 5:30 and the power goes out at 7:00. You would think that it would get nice and peaceful after that, but no. That's when the male dogs start chasing the female dogs trying to get some action. The female dogs want no part of it and there's massive dog fights ALL NIGHT LONG. So much for peaceful village life. I did manage to see two cats fighting. They were both gray tabbies. These are the first cats I've seen since Thailand unless you count the part of a cat head I think I may have seen in Jaisalmer, India.
We caught another bus back to Kathmandu very early this morning and I'm getting all my ducks in a row today (and sleeping). Tonight I go to the guide's house for dinner to meet his wife and 6 kids. That should be fun. Tomorrow morning, I'm off to Chitwan National Park for 2 nights followed by 3 nights at Pokara. The park is a package deal that Sangrita set me up with. It's $35/night and includes all transportation, all meals, room at a nice lodge and all of the park excursions that I care to fit in (elephant riding, rhino safari, white water rafting, etc.) Pokara is a town with several lakes and a Tibetan refugee camp at the start of the Annapurna Trek. I should have amazing views of the Himalayas from there, but not of Everest -- wrong part of the country. I'll have 4 more nights after that.
It's been suggested that I take an overnight flight to Lukla before I go. That's the town at the border of Everest National Park and is where the treks to base camp start. There's plenty of places to see the mountains there. Is it worth a $160 round trip flight? Remember, I have no job. Opinions?
Sarita (the owner of Happy Home Guest House) set me up with a local trekking guide who costs $5/day. On Monday morning, he picked me up at the guest house and we walked over to the bus park to catch our bus out of town. It was way too easy.
You see, the bus park is loaded with buses pointed every which direction. There is no rhyme or reason to where they are going and where they are parked. There is no information desk and no place to buy tickets. Instead, you pay a guy cash on the bus. You only know where a bus is going because of the guy standing in the doorway, hanging out yelling all of the stops in auctioneer style. These guys really know how to talk fast and they don't really speak English. Hence my previous problems with getting the right bus.
So we set off on a very crowded city bus (and the correct bus!). After about 2 hours, we arrived in some town where we had to change buses. We found the right bus and sat and waited until they deemed it full enough to get started (about an hour). Once we left, we headed up into the foothills on some very narrow, dicey roads. The scenery was incredible even if there were times it seemed like we were going off a cliff. About 2 hours later, we arrived at Nagarkot. This is a very sleepy town on a ridge with views of both the eastern and central Himalayas, depending upon which side of the ridge you are on. The town itself has a few homes, a few small cafes and restaurants, a school and, of course, lots of hotels. The hotels on the Everest side are pricey (and some cater to very wealthy tourists) and the hotels on the other side are pretty reasonable. We stayed at Hotel Himalaya Heart which was on the reasonable side.
After checking in, we walked around the town a bit and over to a viewpoint just over the ridge. This is where we were going to see Everest at sunrise. You see, it's still pretty cloudy even though the monsoon season is about over. I have yet to see the mountains except for my day 1 flight. This area gets fogged in at night, but in the morning, it clears around sunrise and the mountains can be seen for about an hour or so before the clouds roll back in. This was a promise that I heard from everyone, including the people at Nagarkot.
So at dinner, I was given some "local wine" to try. It was very clear and didn't smell like much. I got brave and took a sip. Funny, it tasted like room temperature sake. So I asked if it was made of rice and sure enough, it was. I was drinking sake moonshine in Nepal!
The next morning I awoke to fog, but this was expected. We set off to the viewpoint and waited. Every time it started to clear, it clouded or fogged right up again. We stood there for nearly an hour at which time we decided to check out, get our bags, and come back on our way down the trail. So we did. And we waited. And finally a local came by and said that it wasn't going to clear today. First time in 3 weeks. No view of the mountains and no Everest. Damn.
So we set off on our downward trek. We mostly followed what was a road before the monsoon season. It now needs to be rebuilt (something that happens annually) before it can be used again. We trekked alongside streams, past small waterfalls, by farm land, and through tiny villages. Whenever we walked through a village, the children would come out to wave. We stopped at one for some tea and watched the children play jump rope. One was wearing a Harry Potter t-shirt and this is when I heard at length how popular Harry is, even in Nepal. This was the first place where we saw marijuana growing next to the road. But not the last.
Eventually, we ended up at our destination -- Shankarapur. This is a small town near the bottom of the foothills. I had mentioned that I'd love to see some local life, so Sarita made sure that we stayed in a town that sees next to no tourists. It's a very poor town, but very classic Nepali. There are lots of temples, buildings that need help, a lot of farming and livestock raising, and a very colorful group of people. There are no hotels here, so we had to stay in a "guest house". Basically, we were in a building with 3 generations of a family. They have a small store and restaurant on the ground floor along with the kitchen and a common bathroom (squat toilet -- no shower or tub) and bedrooms going up about 4 stories. The accommodations were rustic at best. After seeing the place, I reminded myself that I've been out backpacking in Yosemite for much longer than this and didn't have a cot, roof, or squat toilet. This really wasn't that bad. It's all part of the adventure. Sadly, I saw two western tourists (I think they were German) get dropped off by a car a few hours later. They walked all over town trying to find a place to stay -- my place wasn't good enough. I actually saw the woman sitting on the side of the road crying. I just wanted to go out there, shake her and tell her to suck it up. It's only for a night and I think it's a good thing for us privileged folks to find out first hand how others live. But I didn't. Lately, I've been learning how to keep my big mouth shut.
Anyway, we had some lunch and set out to explore the town. This was done in less than 10 minutes. So we got ambitious and headed up the hillside past some monastaries to a temple. That was a bitch of a hike. We were both hating life and had to take some breaks. Some local children joined us and at the top we bought some apples and shared with them. There was a religious festival that day, so I wasn't allowed to take pictures of the temple up close. But the views from there were amazing. It was hard to believe that we went up that high in so short a time.
Then we went back to town and walked some more. By then most of the children had heard I was there and came to talk and get their picture taken. And there was the town drunk. He came right up to me and rambled on for about 5 minutes in Nepali. The guide told him that I didn't speak Nepali, but that didn't deter him. He kept slurring his words going on about something. Later, I was told that he was saying that his 3 sons won't look at him and his wife has locked him out of the house. I guess the man has issues. But listening to him was quite fun. I'm not sure why, but it was. We spent about an hour with the kids, watched as the festival approached town, but left when nothing much was really happening.
Then I was taken to a tea place where I was asked to sample the local beer. Beer! How nice! Not really. It was room temperature, home made, rice beer. Incredibly nasty. THE WORST THING EVER!!! There were laughs all around when I nearly choked and was trying so hard to be gracious and say that it was delicious.
We ate dinner with the family and then headed to bed as quick as we could. The sun goes down around 5:30 and the power goes out at 7:00. You would think that it would get nice and peaceful after that, but no. That's when the male dogs start chasing the female dogs trying to get some action. The female dogs want no part of it and there's massive dog fights ALL NIGHT LONG. So much for peaceful village life. I did manage to see two cats fighting. They were both gray tabbies. These are the first cats I've seen since Thailand unless you count the part of a cat head I think I may have seen in Jaisalmer, India.
We caught another bus back to Kathmandu very early this morning and I'm getting all my ducks in a row today (and sleeping). Tonight I go to the guide's house for dinner to meet his wife and 6 kids. That should be fun. Tomorrow morning, I'm off to Chitwan National Park for 2 nights followed by 3 nights at Pokara. The park is a package deal that Sangrita set me up with. It's $35/night and includes all transportation, all meals, room at a nice lodge and all of the park excursions that I care to fit in (elephant riding, rhino safari, white water rafting, etc.) Pokara is a town with several lakes and a Tibetan refugee camp at the start of the Annapurna Trek. I should have amazing views of the Himalayas from there, but not of Everest -- wrong part of the country. I'll have 4 more nights after that.
It's been suggested that I take an overnight flight to Lukla before I go. That's the town at the border of Everest National Park and is where the treks to base camp start. There's plenty of places to see the mountains there. Is it worth a $160 round trip flight? Remember, I have no job. Opinions?
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Access is Restored!
Hello and I am happy to say that I have regular access to the blog again. With any luck, Google won't be messing with me any more. I am currently in a tiny village called Shankakapuri and will be staying the night at a place best described as very rustic. My guide and I arrived here after trekking down from Nagakarot this morning. Internet access here is dial-up via a modem that looks older than my high school report card, so I'm going to wait until I'm back in Kathmandu to fill you all in and upload photos. Let's just say, village life is interesting. The children are a riot (I think every child in town has sought me out to take their picture so that they can see it in the camera).
More tomorrow. I hope you had a good birthday, Mike.
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