Breathtaking would be an apt description. In a valley a few kilometres west of the Nile, opposite Luxor, is a small mountain range where 63 tombs of ancient Pharaohs have been uncovered (the latest being in 2008). From the New Kingdom era (started about 1600 BC) these tunnels carved into the mountain provide a jarring contradiction to the harsh desolate landscape. Colourful artwork covers the walls and as our hieroglyphics knowledge continues to grow, stories told by the paintings take on a life. Sean took the following video of one of the ceiling vaults.

A short drive around the mountains took us to the temple of Hatshepsut. It’s in a valley basin surrounded by steep cliffs which meant hot, still air well in excess of 100F. Energy sapping to say the least. Although only a portion of the original structure has been rebuilt it is still very impressive. Unlike the King’s tombs, this was a temple and as such sits against the cliffs.

We are now at a really large hotel on the outskirts of Luxor that offers lovely gardens down to the edge of the Nile. Fortunately we checked in just before the sandstorm hit. (See previous weather post). Most people are running on fumes so an extra few hours of nothing will be welcome.

We’ve now had it all. Egypt gets a little rain along the Mediterranean coast and virtually none as you move south. Cairo, for example, averages zero inches a year! Last week in Cairo the heavens opened and it rained in the desert. Not just rain, a torrential downpour. Because there are no storm sewers the water has nowhere to go. Our hotel had water rushing through parts of the roof. It was a mess for a few hours the next day until the heat evaporated everything. This was the view near our hotel.

Then we experienced a true desert sandstorm in Luxor. Like a thunderstorm you could see it coming and the wind picked up to tree whipping proportions. It lasted about an hour and actually, was quite concerning given its ferocity. Fortunately we were safe in our hotel.

Allie stepped outside briefly to video the storm as it swept up the driveway of the hotel.

Although we are in Luxor, 650 Km south of Cairo, here is the weather summary for Cairo. Note it calls for ‘dust’ as the hot winds sweep through. Unique. (35C = 95F).

Hello there! Chief Astronomer Sean here with another lesson. Today’s topic:

The sun: how does it work?

Let’s begin.

I hope you enjoyed!

A more reasonable start to the day – HA – as we congregated at 5:45 a.m. for a carriage ride through the town of Edfu to a massive Greco Roman temple honouring Horus, god of the sky. The use of a caleche was an age old tradition here that the tour companies sought to change a number of years ago. The reaction by the locals was so threatening that now all the cruise boats must use the carriages. It’s like the mass start to a running race. A total of about 150 carriages loaded up with 3 tourists each careen through town at various speeds depending on the willingness of the passengers and, presumably, the horse. The bench up beside the driver is particularly perilous but everyone was delivered safely to the temple and subsequently back to the boat.

Thereafter we set sail for Luxor and spent a very lazy afternoon alternating between the heat (99F, 37C) of the upper deck and the cool AC in our cabin. Mo & Mark somehow were assigned the one suite with balcony on the ship and thus it’s a natural gathering spot for family drinks and chats.

The river is busy with these cruise boats however the downturn in tourism means dozens are tied up and sit idle. This is an example of the boat we’re on.

The Nile truly is the lifeblood of the country. Lush vegetation for 500 m then rock and sand stretching forever. Very little evidence of of people along the way although since this is prime farmland there must be small villages we couldn’t see.

Upon arrival in Luxor our group walked to town and were hit by a cacophony of sound. A large open air festival, unmufflered motor bikes, the blaring call to prayer, car horns, and shouting vendors created an unbelievable wall of sound. The Luxor temple dominates the town centre and we saw it in the light and dark, full moon included.

The mandatory wander through the souk searching for the perfect ‘must have’ and a final family picture for the day completed our outing (and yes the matching shorts was somewhat planned).

Hello there!

It’s Sean, head archaeologist of Bennetts On Tour since 2018. I’ve been tirelessly studying the ancient practice of Egyptian hieroglyphics for nearly a week. And I’d like to share some of my early findings with you. Ready?

I hope you’ve enjoyed our lesson today!

An eclectic day combining an engineering marvel, a Greco Roman temple, a granite quarry, our first leg of cruising north on the Nile and the Kom Ombo temple to end the day. Sean and Allie opted out of the group tour itinerary in the morning and made arrangements for a boat hire to cruise, swim and visit islands of the Nile while we did our side trips.

The Aswan High dam (#1 in pic below) is massive, being nearly a kilometre across at the top. Unlike North American dams it combines rock and concrete on a much lower grade angle so doesn’t have the smooth finished look one might expect. Given its role in controlling flooding and producing electricity it has a significant security detail at either end and at the visitors centre. Lake Nasser behind the dam stretches forever to the south and is eerily empty of any boating activity. The High dam effectively replaced the lower dam (#6) in 1970 however the latter is still integral to control water levels downstream.

The Greeks and Romans took turns occupying Egypt between 332 BC (Greece starting with Alexander the Great to 30 BC with Cleopatra) and the Romans thereafter until the Muslims conquest in 645 AD. To gain recognition by the native populace they took on Egyptian traditions and participated in Egyptian religious life. Hence the presence of Greco Roman temples depicting Egyptian gods and hieroglyphics. The lake between the two dams included Philae island that housed an important Greco Roman temple which was rescued from the dam induced rising waters and moved to a higher point of land on a different island (#5). We took a small motor boat to the island and had a good wander.

A short side trip to a granite quarry and an appreciation of the sheer size of various blocks and an unfinished obelisk all cut by hand using rudimentary tools finished our morning. Back to the Princess Sarah where we set sail northward.

After three hours of cruising and tea on the upper deck, our boat, and seemingly half a dozen others, all docked at Kom Ombo. The temple is unique as it is a Greco Roman creation that venerates two Egyptian gods (all others focus on one or a family). One of the gods was a crocodile (don’t ask, long story) and there was a museum of mummified crocodiles. Another wow.

We’re cruising until well into the night and will be docking at Edfu where we start again at the crack of dawn tomorrow.

Uggggh. The alarm went off at 3:45 a.m. in order that the bus was loaded and in the convey line for the 280 km drive to Abu Simbel by 5. We head due south from Aswan across what one thinks of as ‘the desert’. Nothing but sand as far as the eye could see in all directions. Simply a ribbon of black asphalt stretching to the horizon. At least our early start allowed us to enjoy a brilliant sunrise.

The concept of a bus convey is for security reasons given Abu Simbel is near the Sudan border and an incident from a few years ago targeting a tour bus has not been forgotten. The convey’s value was lost in the first 25 kms as soon there were no other vehicles in sight.

Abu Simbel is the site of the famous Ramses II temple and the adjacent temple of Hathor, honouring his favourite wife Nefertari (not Nefretiti who was married to another of the Ramses’ clan). What makes these sites extra special is the fact they were dismantled in the 1960’s and moved to accommodate the creation of Lake Nasser which resulted from the construction of the High Dam at Aswan. Had they not been relocated the temples would be 200 m under water. The on-site museum showed a series of story boards describing the challenges of the reconstruction which included building two new ‘mountains’ into which the temples were placed. Amazing stuff.

The interiors of each temple are festooned with now recognizable stories of different gods and the offerings made to them. While certainly not conversant in hieroglyphics, after five days of “lessons” we are able to string together different symbols in the carvings to make some semblance of a story.

After a relatively short visit it was back on the bus and back into the desert for three hours to return to Aswan before the true heat of the day arrived. HA! Part way home we stopped at the one facility out there and saw mirages swirling across the sand. Unimaginable to think of crossing the desert in anything other than an air conditioned vehicle.

Now ensconced on our cruise boat for the next three days we can finally unpack and enjoy the tranquility of the Nile itself (although rumour has it there’s a belly dancing exhibition tonight with likely participation from the audience – hmmmm).

A very early wake up at 5a.m. to catch the 90 minute flight to Aswan. We are now in Upper Egypt which is a bit confusing because on a map it should be lower Egypt given we are near the southern border. Of course the Nile dictates everything and we are nearer the headwaters than Cairo/Alexandria, hence, Upper. Trivia – the Nile flows through nine countries with Egypt being the final one.

Modern Aswan is notable because of two dams on the Nile. The first, British built in 1902, proved insufficient for controlling the annual river flooding. The High dam, built by the Russians (1960 – 70), has proven successful with the unintended side effect that the mineral rich sediment usually washed north is no longer available to the detriment of the agriculture industry.

We are ensconced in a very nice hotel overlooking the Nile.

After a few hours lounging by the pool we climbed aboard a felucca for a sail around Elephantine Island. Very idyllic, even more so given the chaos of Cairo earlier in the day.

Coming ashore on the island we were guided through incredibly narrow, twisting paths that are effectively, the streets in that neighbourhood. We were hosted in a local home and had a group dinner in the open air on one of the houses many roof tops.

Back by motor boat in the dark to our hotel and an early night given our planned 4 a.m. start to Abu Simbel near the Sudan boarder tomorrow. Back to Egyptian antiquities and Ramses II.

The very idea of visiting Egypt meant weighing what one thought about individual safety while in the country. Since the killing of 58 foreigners in 1997 at Hatshepsut Temple in the Valley of Kings at Luxor, the Egyptian tourism industry has been challenged. It’s cause was not helped when the 2011 revolution that eventually lead to the removal of Hosni Mubarak as president resulted in hundreds of Egyptian deaths. Given the critical role tourism plays in generating revenues the government takes security very seriously. There are police everywhere and for every one you see in uniform, there are others in plainclothes nearby. Formal and informal checkpoints are numerous and every building of consequence, including the hotels we are using, has restricted access and metal detectors. The tour company must file a detailed schedule with the tourism police and adhere to it.

This oversight was brought front and centre when a plainclothes officer came onto our small bus for the ride to Alexandria. Then when we were running late to visit the library a police car with full lights flashing and siren wailing took up escort duty. The officer hovered nearby every time we alighted from the bus and never seemed to lose his focus. He rode with us back to Cairo and only left the group when we were delivered to the hotel at the end of the day. This attentiveness, however, seems to end when the group disperses. Individuals or couples are left to their own safety management which as in most places starts with using common sense on where and when to go.

Having said all that and despite the very visible safeguards that exist for “us”, there isn’t a feeling of fear or uncertainty. The locals are extremely friendly and inevitably say ‘Canada Dry’ when they learn where we hail from. We’ve wandered at night without escorts and never felt threatened. In the end, we’re all safe and sound.

it will be interesting to see how/if things change in the south where the population is much smaller and the tourist sites are in non urban areas.

Back in the van/bus for a ‘quick’ 3.5 hours drive from Alexandria to Cairo to the national museum. What greeted us was a binary experience. The world’s greatest collection of Egyptian artifacts were presented in a manner and in a facility that completely diminished the pre visit excitement. The museum was constructed in 1904 by the French and doesn’t appear to have had any updates with only limited investment since. Magnificent items, centuries old, were strewn here and there without descriptions. Small cards produced on a typewriter decades ago were attached on limited displays. Very low lightning levels and many, many of ‘the same’ added to the frustration.

Notwithstanding these gripes there were some truly memorable items on show, highlighted of course, by the extensive collection recovered from King Tutankhamen’s tomb by Howard Carter in 1923. More than 5,000 different pieces were retrieved and a huge portion are on display. Unfortunately photos of the key items such as the coffins and gold burial mask are banned.

Other wings were devoted to the Old, Middle and New Kingdoms’ pharaohs with sarcophagus’, tomb art, statues and the like. Numerous alabaster pieces, golden jewellery, carvings and more filled the place. A bit overwhelming in fact, trying to keep the kings, dynasty’s and Capital locations in order. Mummies are obviously part of this history and a special room had a number on display but again, no information about the how and why of the process.

In fairness to the museum and those in charge, a massive new building is being constructed in Giza on the west side of the Nile albeit it is two years behind schedule. One hopes when it opens the modern application of different technologies and display methods will allow future visitors to truly absorb and appreciate the unmatched history before them.

A fairly quick lunch of Koshary, a pasta, rice, bean (and other stuff, I think) mixture that provided bulk without much flavour then back to the hotel by the pyramids for an an extended session of free time. Tomorrow brings a 5 a.m. start as we fly south to Aswan and the upper Nile.