Showing posts with label Cairo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cairo. Show all posts

March 14, 2009

Ancient history

Think Egypt. Think pyramids.

They're the only Wonder of the Ancient World left standing, and we saw them... and touched them and climbed them and took about 500 photos of them.

The day started with the discovery of Craig's backpack, but it wasn't long before our attention was diverted from all things lost luggage to all things ancient Egypt. Our first port of call was the Egyptian Museum, which houses 120,000 objects from the ancient times. We saw statues, tools, jewellery, inscriptions, mummified animals (the crocodile was pretty cool) and furniture, with the highlight being the treasures and elaborate mask of King Tutankhamen – we weren't allowed to take our camera inside, but I've chucked in a file photo to the right to jog your Year-10-History memory.

After a good couple of hours at the museum, it was off to the papyrus factory where the majority of our tour group was scammed into buying overpriced papyrus prints. Scare tactics and promises of a 10 per cent discount were the rip-off weapons of choice.

A quick koshari (an Egyptian dish consisting of rice, macaroni, chickpeas, lentils and a spicy tomato salsa) was devoured on the bus as we made our way to the Pyramids of Giza. Sure, there were hawkers and spruikers galore – selling everything from postcards to pyramids statuettes – but it was still pretty special to stand under, and climb on, the Great Pyramid. We then opted for the ultimate cliche, and hired a camel to take us out into the desert for a long-distance view of the pyramids (there are nine in total, but only three of them are big enough to care about).

Once we were done and dusted with the pyramids, it was Sphinx time. We only had time for a few quick snaps before we were suddenly kicked out for closing time.

Totally exhausted, we headed back to the hotel. We hoped and prayed that my bag would be there when we arrived, but there was no sign of it in the lobby and our fears were quickly confirmed when we were told the airline still didn't know where it was.

We quickly scoffed down a buffet dinner before being shuffled onto a bus. Destination: Cairo train station. Our bed for the night was a reclining seat on the overnight train to Aswan. Elated, exhausted and down one bag (devo!), we left Cairo content in the fact that we had ticked a massive box on our 'to do' list.

One down, 5623 to go!

March 10, 2009

The first-day curse


4 April, 2006
We land in Hanoi on the first day of our month-long journey from the top to the bottom of Vietnam. Our hotel has arranged an airport transfer, and, on arriving, we realise this is not the hotel we booked at all. "Sorry, the hotel overbooked so you are now staying here," we were told. Taking Lonely Planet's advice a little too close to heart, we were convinced this was part of a scam (we found out it wasn't) and ended up spending a good hour negotiating our way through the smelly, chaotic streets (meat market included), looking for a new place to stay.

8 September, 2008
We set off on our three-month van tour of Europe. The van is packed, we've stocked up on baked beans and we're raring to go. One hour after driving off the ferry in France, we find ourselves veering off a country road and into a ditch. We then spend five horrific days living in a mechanic's carpark, and pay 950 euros in repairs for the privilege.

8 March, 2009
We land in Cairo, Egypt on the first day of our six-month 'trip of a lifetime'. We wait at the airport carousel for our backpacks to make an appearance. One by one, our fellow passengers pick up their bags and leave. Eventually, the baggage handlers stick their heads through the rubber flaps to inform us that there are no more bags. Yep, trust us to have to go through one of every traveller's worst fears. Air Alitalia, who we flew with, are of little help, and we are sent on our way with no explanation or indication of where on earth our backpacks have ended up. We spend a sleepless night freaking out. Where the f*** are our bags?! We go through a range of emotions: Helplessness (what are we going to do?), anger (this is f***ed!), defeat (that's it, I'm over this. Let's just call it quits and go home) and hope (we can get through this).

The next morning, we go down to breakfast to discover Craig's yellow and black Black Wolf pack sitting there next to the reception desk. While there is still no sign of mine, at least we now have clothes we can share between us, a sleeping bag for our upcoming two-night felucca trip and toiletries like sunscreen and insect repellent. After a day at the pyramids, my bag still has not been found. We board our 13-hour overnight train to Aswan without it. Our trip seems doomed.
I'm stuck in an awful cargo and white-top combo (my 'flying' outfit) and the thought of making an insurance claim for an entire bag of stuff seems hopeless, as does rebuilding an entire travel wardrobe plus all my gear.

After yet another sleepless night (this time due to the drunk Aussie yobbos on our train rather than bag worry) we arrive in Aswan. Our first point of call is to check the Air Alitalia baggage tracker on the net to find out if there have been any developments. It says my bag has been delivered. I quickly call our tour operator in Cairo to find out that, yes, my bag has been found and it will be put on the train for me tonight to arrive tomorrow morning.

When it gets here (which it bloody well better!), I'm gonna give it a big kiss, change my clothes, brush my hair, pluck my eyebrows, and then make sure that from now on, I have a change of clothes in both my carry-on luggage and Craig's bag. And, of course, I will never fly with Air Alitalia again.

Note to curse: Bad things come in threes, you've filled your quota. So bugger off and just let us enjoy our trip!