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Monday Morning Memo

I, for sure, would prefer to have an adventure than to read about one.

One of my best adventures was a trip to Egypt when many chose not to go.

I went to Egypt in late February, 2003. President George W. Bush, had given Iraq a deadline of March 19 before attacking.

None of my friends in Spain would consider going to Egypt. “No way”
“Nope”
“Huh uh”

I went by myself.

My introduction to Egypt was the Cairo airport. For the first time I understood what ‘a mass of humanity’ meant.

The tour rep that met my plane explained, ‘The Hajj in Mecca ended last night’. The massive crowd was faithful Muslim returning home.

The next day, my tour guide and I visited The Museum of Egyptian Antiquities, aka the Cairo Museum. It is a vast museum that you could explore for days and days.

Tutankhamen’s gold funeral mask was breathtaking. Seeing the Rosetta Stone was special, as well. It was a copy. The English took the original and it’s now in London. The Egyptians are still trying to get it returned.

All the exotic sites and sights in Egypt have been widely publicized for many years. I won’t attempt to describe them. To me, they all looked like beautiful movie sets.

Giza, the Pyramids and the Sphinx are just a short drive from Cairo.
I always thought they would be far, far out in the desert. Nope.

The pyramids are over 4000 years old, built by one of the world’s most advanced ancient civilizations.

I left the guide’s van to walk to The Great Pyramid of Egypt, the biggest and the nearest one. I just wanted to touch a pyramid.

The following day, I flew to Aswan and immediately on to Abu Simbel, a UNESCO site. If you’re not familiar with Abu Simbel, take a peek on the Internet.

The entire monstrous site was dismantled and moved to higher ground when the Aswan Dam was built. An incredible feat.
Abu Simbel would have been flooded if left in place.

Returning to Aswan, I finally met up with the American group. We met on the boat that would take us down the Nile to Luxor.

The ‘group’ was only two people! Amy and Jim were from Pennsylvania, USA.
The rest of the Americans had cancelled because of the threat of war.

The three of us now had our own private guide, Hassan, for our cruise on the Nile. Cool!

Hassan was a professional Egyptologist. Besides his knowledge of ‘all things Egyptian’, he could read hieroglyphics. Very few Egyptians can.

Nearly all the world famous sites in Egypt are located on the Nile River between Aswan and Luxor. We stopped at them all.

The temples, monuments and tombs are thousands of years old. They were magnificent. Hassan made them unforgettable.

While in the Valley of the Kings, I asked Hassan about the many armed guards. Hassan said they were the Tourist Police.

A few years earlier, 60 tourists had been killed by terrorists in the Valley of the Kings. The Tourist Police were there to prevent that from ever happening again.

Egypt economy is dependent on tourism. The Egyptians treat all tourists thoughtfully and politely. Not all tourist dependent countries do, I assure you.

My trip to Egypt was more than I ever expected.
Sometimes a foreign country doesn’t feel very ‘foreign’ to me.
Egypt was definitely a ‘foreign’, foreign country. I was impressed.

I got in and out of Egypt just under the wire.
USA attacked Iraq March 20,2003.

American troops are still in Iraq today.

– Sue Williams

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Random Quote:

“Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?

I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains.
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways.
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests.
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it.
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it.
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’.
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’.
I saw a white ladder all covered with water.
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken.
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’.
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world.
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’.
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’.
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’.
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony.
I met a white man who walked a black dog.
I met a young woman whose body was burning.
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow.
I met one man who was wounded in love.
I met another man who was wounded with hatred.

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’.
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest.
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison.
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden.
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten.
Where black is the color, where none is the number.
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it.
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’.

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall”

- A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall, written by Bob Dylan, Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music

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