24 April 2014

Way Back When

Giza, 1970s. Was that when it all began? Writing this long after the fact, I was surprised how much I remembered about that amazing trip. Unfortunately, the old photos have faded badly.

Imagine two tender, blue-eyed girls from a small town who had yet to read the Alexandria Quartet. My cultural level had reached and temporarily stalled at Sigmund Romberg’s operetta The Desert Song. That said, we were aware that Cairo would be unlike any city in Europe. Sadly, we were a few years too late to enjoy the famed old Shepheard Hotel that hosted so many historical international figures—socialites, politicians, soldiers, spies—but the new Shepheard’s was just as opulent and paid due tribute to its past. In hindsight, I expect Gertrude Bell, T.E. Lawrence, and Churchill stayed here.

We had arrangements in Cairo for a local guide for several days. I remember Suleiman well. He said his father was the mayor of Heliopolis, an upper class part of Cairo. Did I believe him? Sure, why not? He was an educated man, several cuts above the throngs of would-be guides clamouring for attention outside the hotel. The souvenir hawkers, ready to pounce at every step, respectfully backed off from Suleiman’s stern wave. One place he wanted us to see (my pre-genealogy days) was Cairo’s Necropolis area where I had my first sight of above-ground tombs. We walked a few streets to see some of the vaults occupied by relatives visiting their ancestors. Culture shock.
The Necropolis is a large city in itself with plenty of foot traffic and architectural wonders. Wealthy and humble memorials jumbled together, places where family visitation has been a regular custom to honour the deceased.
Aside: Today, well over a million homeless Cairo people live more or less permanently and conduct their small business in that same city of the dead. The mausoleums provide desperately needed living space. Smoke and smells from cooking fires add to the “living tomb” phenomenon. Now, I doubt many living inhabitants are related to those whose hospitality they share. The site is not featured on tourist agendas these days (2011).
Suleiman took us to Giza to see the Sphinx and the Pyramids. In my recall, the place was a rather quiet, sandy village with little in the way of visitor comforts. To be expected, some vendors and entrepreneurs were present at the ancient sites to offer souvenirs and camel rides. We carefully climbed the steep tunnel into the Great Pyramid, as instructed a claustrophobic tunnel with light bulbs here and there; no steps, just wooden cross-slats to keep you from slipping backward. The constricted height only allowed a bent-over, semi-crawl position. We emerged into a central burial chamber to gaze, with some irony, on an empty room. Whatever sarcophagus or paraphernalia it once contained had long ago been removed. I don’t remember if we retreated the same way we came in. Certainly there was no room in the tunnel for ascending and descending at the same time.

Aside: Today, the famed site is protected, although urban development encroaches alarmingly. Giza is a much larger town now, the streets teeming with people, camels, and donkeys. Not to mention tour buses. The presence of a Hard Rock Café was very unnerving. No wonder the local mullah was shouting invective one day at the infidels. His Friday sermon was blasting from the mosque loudspeakers over throngs of tourists, naturally oblivious to the Arabic words. Our tour guide squirmed with embarrassment when I questioned him about the message.

Ergo, my first camel ride. It might appear to have been little more than a photo opp, but in the suffocating August heat, a camel was a godsend on the long way between pyramids! Long enough that Suleiman hired a donkey for himself.
From the camel’s mouth into my keffiyah ... my travel buddy was appalled at this familiarity. I’m sure the camel was asking me to come back again. Fickle as I am, I don’t remember his name. But I did come back. More than once. 

© 2014 Brenda Dougall Merriman  


Twisted Scottish Bastard said...

Lovely post. Lovely camel. Lovely pyramids. Lovely you.

I would have loved to see the old Shepheards hotel as well. I think I must have read the same stories as you. I visited Raffles in Singapore, and they've kept the old part and built a modernised/ultra-modern section, so the visitor gets the best of both worlds.

BDM said...

TSB! So cheering to see you are back! Glad you dropped in, now I have Singapore envy. Stay tuned :-) ...