A Return to Giza
We experienced a fantastic day walking five miles around the pyramids in Giza. The partly cloudy sky provided a great backdrop.
The unusually easy going vendors did little to detract from the unencumbered walk everywhere.
We walked a mile into the desert for the nine pyramid view. We found the carved tomb section I had only seen in one picture. The only hieroglyphics at the site resided on the distinctly cut walls. For the mere 50 E£ an escort walked us through the chained off area. We walked two temples at the base of the pyramids that receive no recognition.
We accepted numerous requests for picture with us. Families wanted pictures with us. I with the husband and Sally with the wife and young daughter. The horde of school kids could not be controlled by the teacher as they ran and swarmed us with requests for selfies and pictures with friends.
I read not to visit the pyramids on Fridays and Saturdays. I disagree. The children were fun and the vendors laid back. With the many visitors at the site, the feel was relaxed. Our previous early visit had an uncomfortable desperation from the vendors. With many tourists, foreign and domestic, they will have a good day.
A picture of climbers with a no climbing sign embodied my Egyptian experience. Ropes and chains are for pussies. A little cash and one can walk anywhere except to the top. Young climbers scaled 40 yard meters with no one in their ear.
Good camel shots and great vendor interaction made a perfect day at the Giza Pyramids.
We searched for wine. A took a wrong turn and walked through the poor area of town along the pyramid boundary wall. We reached Fort Marriott. As a white foreigner we said restaurant and the suited guard waved us in. We ate a Greek salad and shared a bottle of wine. Alcohol in a predominately Muslin country is difficult to find. That being said, the Egyptian wine is excellent. We sampled three labels in white and two in red. I enjoyed them all - Obelisk, Grand Marque and Omar Khayyam. A Duty Free stores is the only place wine is available and they are not easy to find. The hard liquor I tasted was not very good.
As we exit the front, I hear “Hello.” I thought here we go, 10 feet out of the gate and it starts. Alas it wasn’t directed at me. The return trip was through the center of town. What started as paved roads turned to dirt as we proceeded. We wait atop our hotel building for the sun to go behind a pyramid and I write. The sunset behind the pyramids is fantastic. The clouds make it an spectacular viewing. We have accomplished our goal. Egypt will fade as a safari awaits.
As Egypt’s parting shot I got shook down at security for my last 200 E£. This epitomized the entire visit in the country. The Security Officer is screaming “Cash money. Cash money!” Other’s hold out their hands. “It’s oaky? It’s okay?” are the only words they say. Apparently repeat tourism is not their aim. I have bills and coins I take home as souvenirs. I don’t want to spend it or give it away. I am glad I visited Egypt, but after all is said and done, I will never return.