Wednesday, 30 January 2013

The Land of Lazy, i.e. Dahab

When the flat has been in need of 7 repairs in 9 days and there has been a stressful week of exams, it is great being able to get on the night bus to Asia, more specifically Sinai. The inexperienced traveller might think one is supposed to sleep on a night bus, but the loud Egyptian movies played throughout the night and the constant stops at check-points suggest otherwise. It is lovely being woken up at 2 in the morning for a random policeman in the middle of the desert to inspect your ticket, even though it has been no opportunity for getting on or off the bus since last inspection. Having to take your bags out of the bus for sniffer dogs to search them is another favourite of mine. Even so, I stubbornly slept through most of the night on the way there, and was very proud of myself for having become such a hardened traveller that I could actually sleep on a bus I would earlier have become sick just by looking at. On the way back I threw up in an intense bout of travel sickness. I guess I jinxed it.

Our destination was Dahab, a chilled out beach town close to Sharm el-Sheikh. I travelled with Flynne and Ant and their flatmates Rosie and Aisha who go to the ACL with us. We had an extremely lazy weekend: we went snorkelling once, went for a long walk along the beach to a tiny village once, and had bedouin dinner in the desert once. The rest of the time was spent lounging in cafés, consuming an impressive amount of pancakes and enjoying the sun while it lasted. When the sun was out, it was extremely hot - I might have felt a little bit gleeful when a Swedish guy living in Oslo said it had been -30 ºC there when he left. But alas! Extreme weather hit Dahab: a night of rain and thunder. Nothing in these parts is built to withstand rain, so the roads were flooded, internet and cash machines were down and there was no phone signal. Luckily my phone picked up signal from Saudi-Arabia - how very generous of them to share it with me. As the roads were flooded, we couldn't get back when planned, and had to stay an extra day in Dahab. There are worse places to be stuck. Even so, I guess it was good we escaped when we did: the town made me too lazy to even be a proper paparazzi.
Flynne and Ant in Dahab

Rosie, Aisha, Ant, Flynne and I setting off for our walk


In a café in the village at the end of our walk
Rosie in Dahab

Flynne chilling in a café


Sunday, 20 January 2013

Egypt's only free open door cancer hospital

Yesterday I visited a small cancer hospital in Alexandria with Rotaract Cosmopolitan. It is called Alexandria Ayadi Al-Mostaqbal Oncology Center, and is the only cancer hospital in Egypt which provides free cancer treatment to all types of patients who can't afford to pay for treatment. It is a small hospital, but they recieve a lot of patients: about 6000 each month, actually, which shows how in demand their services are. They seem to be doing very good work, and we were all impressed after our visit. As of now, they only have an out-patient centre, but they have started building an in-patient centre as well. The hospital's only source of funding is donations, so if any of you want to contribute, please contact me. Here is their facebook page, if anyone is interested: https://www.facebook.com/ayadi.almostakbal.

Saturday, 19 January 2013

Luxor

After being on vacation I thought it was a good idea to go on vacation. As soon as I got back to Alex I travelled to Luxor with Chiara and Salma from my school. We went by sleeper train, which I was childishly excited about, as I'd never done it before, I had only read about it in books or seen it in films. It was actually really comfortable, but I was too excited to sleep much - on the way back, on the other hand, I slept like a log.

There are few other places in the world which are filled with so much history as Luxor. It was the centre of Pharaonic Egypt for most of the time between 2000 and 1000 BC, and many pharaohs built extravagant tombs and temples here.

The first historic site we visited was the fabled Valley of the Kings on the West Bank of Luxor, where countless pharaohs chose to build secret tombs in the mountains. We entered a few of these tombs, and the detail of the elaborate decorations was astonishing. In some tombs the colours were very well preserved; it was beautiful. One interesting thing we noted was that the ancient Egyptians seem to have drawn stars the way we do, with five points, even though there is no logical reason a star should be drawn that way. Does this mean that the symbol for a star has been passed down to us from the age of the pharaohs? Cameras are not allowed in the Valley of the Kings, so I have no pictures.

We then visited the almost 3500-year-old Memorial Temple of Hatshepsut, the pharaoh who was the only woman to be buried in Valley of the Kings.

Chiara, me and Salma in front of Hatshepsut's Temple


Thereafter we went to Medinat Habu, the memorial temple of Pharaoh Ramses III, who lived about 3000 years ago. The temple is cheerfully decorated with reliefs showing the pharaoh slaying his enemies.



The last monument we saw on the West Bank was the Colossi of Memnon, two enormous statues which used to be part of another memorial temple. We visited all these monuments as part of a small group, and got to know some of the others pretty well. Below is one of our fellow travellers in front of the Colossi of Memnon.


Whereas the West Bank was the side of the dead in pharaonic times, and therefore dedicated to tombs and memorial temples, the East Bank was the side of the living, and the temples here were built for the different gods. Luxor Temple is about 3000 years old, and was mainly a temple for Amun, the god of Luxor. There had long been a town around the temple, but in medieval times people even started moving into it, and as you can see below a mosque was built inside the old temple.





The other main temple on the East Bank is Karnak Temple, also built for Amun. Each year there was a procession where a statue of Amun was brought from Karnak to Luxor Temple.




Hieroglyphs
We also went on a day trip to the nearby temples of Abydos and Dendara. The temple in Abydos was built by pharaoh Seti I and his son Ramses II about 3200 years ago, and was dedicated to six of the most important gods. It is very well-preserved and contains many beautiful and detailed reliefs, and this was definitely my favourite temple of our Luxor trip. Unfortunately it was too dark inside for my camera to take any good pictures.


The temple in Dendara is much more recent. It was built just a few hundred years BC, on top of an older temple, which has not been excavated. This temple was for the worship of Hathor, the goddess of love, who was normally represented as a cow or as a woman with cow's horns. Most of the temple is still intact, and there is a lot to explore, as there are kiosks built for the gods on the roof, and there are several crypts underneath the temple floor, where secret treasures were held.



 
Columns decorated with the head of Hathor
Us and our fellow travellers in Dendara Temple


On our trip to Luxor we saw great contrasts: from the old, serene monuments to the modern-day hustle and bustle and hassle which surrounds them, and from the slow pace of the Nile and the villages of the West Bank to the frantic tourist touts on the East Bank. We went on several felucca trips on the Nile, which was very peaceful and relaxing, the only problem being that it was actually pretty cold. Once we went on a felucca trip to Banana Island, a very fertile and green island where bananas (who could have guessed!) among other things are grown. That was another stark contrast: the lush agricultural landscape on either side of and on the islands in the Nile, and the arid desert surrounding it.



Felucca on the Nile
Us on Banana Island
Salma chewing on freshly cut sugarcane
Chiara on the felucca



I think the impression that really will stick with us from Luxor is the hospitality we were met with by some of its people. The guys who sailed the felucca took us to their village on the West Bank and showed us around, and we were once invited to their uncle’s house, another time we ate dinner with their family. It astonished us how we were welcomed into their family even though they didn’t know us, and their generosity was boundless. They cooked us an elaborate meal, and when Salma asked where she could buy clay pots similar to the ones they used for cooking, they insisted on giving her some. For the most part of the night, we were all huddled around the fire talking, and it was very atmospheric. They had animals in the courtyard, which they took us to see: rabbits, chickens and turkeys, and also a goat, a donkey and a buffalo. The visit to their house was an experience I think we would have been hard pressed to come by in Europe. We very much appreciated being invited into the home of a normal family: getting to know some locals and getting a glimpse of their life really gave us a different impression of Luxor than we would have had if we had only experienced the stressful hassle around the tourist sites. When we left the home of the family, I forgot my scarf, and our new friends insisted on lending me their jackets and scarves, so I wouldn’t be cold until I got my scarf back the next day. We hardly knew how to handle all the kindness.


Huddled around the fire

I should have posted this a week ago, but school happened. I originally intended to blog every week, but due to how long it takes me to write each post, especially as the speed of my internet can’t quite match that of an elderly snail, I see that this is maybe a bit ambitious. I will try to at least blog every two weeks. Forgive me.

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Home

I have spent a very relaxing and calm few weeks at home in Norway. It's been great spending time with friends and family (I really missed them a lot), just enjoying myself, not having to worry about whether I might be breaking any social norms I'm oblivious to. It's been great breathing the fresh, sharp air, drinking the pure, cold tap water and walk my dog in the forest, the whole scenery blanketed in snow. After a few months in hectic Alex, it's been unbelievably nice to unwind in this calm, calm place. I come from Oslo, Norway's capital, but it's quite a small city, with only 500 000 inhabitants. The city is surrounded by forest on all sides, so even if you're in the middle of the city, you're never far from nature. I live right on the edge of the city, where you get the best of both worlds: it doesn't take me long to get to the city centre with all that has to offer, but at the same time the forest is right across the street from me, and I can put on my skis outside my front door if I like. Skis for cross-country skiing, that is. When a Norwegian talks about skiing, always assume that it is cross-country skiing unless otherwise stated. Skiing is such an important part of our culture (among the Norse gods of the vikings there was even a god for it), so of course I had to go skiing when I was home: I couldn't let this be the first year since I was two without skiing. I did consider going ice-skating at the ice rink across the street as well, but never got around to it. Oh, well, I guess I can survive a year without skating (no skating god in Norse mythology, so I'm allowed), even though I do love that too.
















 Sorry for all the patriotism. I've discovered that the longer I live abroad, the more patriotic I become. Hit me before it becomes unbearable, please. However, I guess Alex has influenced me as well. The other day I felt a strong urge to talk to an old woman on the underground, but of course if I did that here people would think I was crazy.  I also enjoyed listening to a couple of girls speaking Arabic in a store - it felt kinda homely. I will be returning to Alex in a few days, and it feels weird that I have something to return to there, that I have a life there now. Right now I wish I could stay home longer, as I know I will miss my family and friends immensely now that I won't see most of them before summer comes, but at the same time I am looking forward to seeing my friends in Alex again and to get to know the city and the country and the language better.
It's so peaceful when it's snowing!

My mum's grave                                           
My sister in front of our Christmas tree

Christmas at my cousin's

Enjoying a low-key New Year's Eve with friends