9.14.2008

The Egypt Epic (Part II)


I hate trains.


And this Egyptian train was the worst of all.


Of course, it started out innocently enough. My “roommate” (the T in the MBT, for those in the know) and I had our own cabin with cute little bunks that folded out from the wall. A cute little Egyptian man came around and gave us our dinner—which consisted of a roll, honey, rat meat, and rice. And as I was eating the rice a mouse came and sat by my foot, looking all cute and mouse-like. It was really a nice change of pace from all the cats that ran around our feet during most of our meals in Egypt. And then I laid down on the sliver of wood some would refer to as a bunk.


For the information of anyone who hasn’t slept on a train, you should know that it’s impossible to sleep on a train.


The random jerks and rattles and whistles and explosions tend to prevent sleep. And, also, every time another train passes on a neighboring track, a noise is created that sounds something like the universe exploding. And that drives away sleep. And so does the fear of thieves. And so does the awareness that one is laying among bedbugs.


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I had already been paranoid (thanks Dad!) about sleeping in the beds, so I had “gone to sleep” wearing my daytime clothes. Unfortunately, I only had on a short-sleeve shirt, and the bed bugs, upon seeing my exposed arms, decided that they would make an excellent place to bite and do all sorts of mean things.

By the time morning rolled around I had a dozen bites on each arm—bites that itched like mad for the next several days.


I was also very tired.


The next morning I also had very sore legs. But that wasn’t because of the bedbugs, whose powers were limited. No, the soreness of my legs was the result of the previous day’s fiasco inside the great pyramid of Khafre the Little Person. The fiasco, readers may recall, in which I exercised muscles that were never meant to be exercised, all for the purpose of seeing the Room In Which Nothing Is Contained Other Than Gullible Tourists (the RIWNICOTGT, for short.)


So yes, in addition to crazily itchy (itchily crazy?) bed bug bites, I also experienced great difficulty (and pain) moving up and down stairs for the next several days.


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Before leaving the train we were served a breakfast of gross things, which I declined

And then we arrived at Luxor, which is a lot unlike Cairo. That is, the Nile is slightly less polluted, you don’t feel like you’re breathing in 5 packs of cigarettes with each breath, the roads are safer, there are less than 57 trillion people, we had a new (and massively improved!) tour guide, and the merchants were slightly less pesky. (Okay, that last one was a lie.) All in all, compared to Cairo, it was like paradise.


Only better.


And sure, I’ll admit the hotel was kind of nauseating, but what town is perfect? Even a perfectly paradisiacal place like Luxor can’t be perfect.


But before we could experience the hotel, before we could shower and wash off the three inches of grime that had formed on us during the night among bedbugs and mice, before we could get rid of our bags, before we could get just a little sleep, they dragged us to the Valley of the Kings. And I’m sure it’s a fantastically cool place—how could any place with lots of dead bodies and treasures not be cool? But I sure don’t remember it. That is, I have fleeting memories—I seem to recall passing through King Tut’s tomb, and walking up and down lots of stairs, and lots of colorful things on walls—but I’m not sure. Maybe it was all a dream.


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I woke up once I saw the hotel.


I deposited my bags on the floor, then, looking around, decided that I valued my safety and cleanliness so I went and slept in the dark alleyway outside the hotel (where the local gangs rumbled.)


Later that day we rode a falucha on the Nile, which is altogether a forgettable experience. Which is not to say that it was boring. It was. But, also, it was bland and tiring, and, again, forgettable. Maybe it was just a slow day, but we drifted about half-a-mile in our entire ninety-minute “voyage”, which is not anywhere far enough a distance to travel when one is on a boat on the Nile River (a three-month long voyage into the “heart of darkness” would have seemed more appropriate, but alas.)


I also touched the Nile.*


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After the falucha ride, a small group of us went to a local shopping mall.


It was much more exciting.


You can imagine what it’s like to walk through a Luxorian shopping mall if you imagine an American shopping mall, but just replace all the English (and Spanish) being spoken with Arabic and pretend that at every single shop there is a man waiting and calling for you to come in and that he is reaching out to grab your arm and drag you and he will use violent force if necessary and that he is offering you a very special price that’s available only to American tourists.


Now spend a moment, re-read that paragraph, close your eyes, and try to imagine the place.


Ok.


And then we went to the Luxor Museum, wherein we viewed many random artifacts, two ancient dead people, and a few other things. It was better than the Cairo Museum, but worse than the Smithsonian.


We spent the night at the hotel (the alley was closed for renovations), whose scumminess I believe I already mentioned, and the next day we went to Karnak and Luxor temples which were both pretty cool (the latter was located in the middle of downtown Luxor, just a block away from the Nile.)


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That night it was time to return to Cairo—this time by air.


Yes. The people who run the Jerusalem Center bought us plane tickets back to Cairo, proving that, despite appearances, they do in fact have hearts....


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...But only very small hearts, as we will see in the third and final part of the Egypt Epic, estimated to arrive December 22, 2012.






*Please note: You are under absolutely no obligation to tell my future wife that I did this. I have been assured the consequences of this action (genetic mutations, etc.) won’t show up until the fifth or sixth generation of grandchildren, so neither of us will be around to feel bad.


7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love it. I'm glad you finally wrote part II. I can't believe they tried to feed you rat meat. Yuck! {I promise that I will never tell your future wife that you touched the Nile.}

Matthew said...

I had been anxiously awaiting another installment of the Egypt Adventures and at last, my wish was granted. I seriously laughed so hard at the story of the hotel and how you slept in the dark alley. Anyway, I can not wait until 2012. But if I have to wait that long, the next post better be at least as entertaining as this one.
*I will not mention this to your future wife. But what if she finds your blog?

annalisa said...

tim, i love your very descriptive writing! you definitley have a knack for writing and should continue to do so! i want to read more.

Lara said...

I'd almost forgotten you had a blog. Now that I've added your feed to my google reader I'll find your next post much sooner!

I truly hope we don't have to wait another four years for the always entertaining accounts of your exploits!

So I'm wondering which was worse...attempting to sleep on the train or the alley way next to the hotel?

Anonymous said...

At long last, fans of the world-wide traveler Timbo are rewarded for their patience with another chapter in his brilliant saga.

At the risk of saying, "I told you so", I warned you about those ferocious Nile Valley bedbugs.

Love your descriptions of Luxor and Karnak and floating down the Nile. Can literally almost close my eyes and imagine being there!

We can all only hope that you satisfy our appetites for more Timbo ramblings before 2012.

Love, Dad

K said...

I am so excited that part II has finally been published. You are a very funny guy! Definitely do have a little Crain in you though with all that sarcasm! (I know who to go with if I ever get a desire to go to Egypt. Will you be my tour guide?)

Pleeeeeease write part III before 2012. I can't wait that long!

Anonymous said...

I just found the post today -- only a month late. Not too bad for me. I liked the part about the Valley of the Kings. I have had way too many days where I am in a sleep deprived state and wonder if what just happened was real.

You will have to let me know when Part III comes out, so I don't miss it.