Where East met West

Alexandria, Egypt Alexander was a master of city planning, siting his new city on the shores of the Mediterranean, and the delta of the Nile. He thus assured access from Egypt, Greece, Europe, India, and every market in the ancient world.

He also carefully blended Egyptian deities with Greek gods, marketing them as one and the same, just with different names, thus assuring cooperation and support from the locals. It all worked.

Today we toured some notable sites with a guide and a driver. Let’s get past the part where they showed up 40 minutes later than expected and move on to the Ras el-Tin Palace, last royally occupied by King Farouk, who knew how to live. Nasser’s army had him abdicate and move to Italy, leaving behind the palace and luxurious grounds, including a still-maintained greenhouse. It is all now public space, except for the palace. The King would sit on the couch in the greenhouse and listen to imported birds and his private orchestra. And, at his feet, the Mediterranean.

It was amusing to see that his precious imported plants were mostly what we have available as common houseplants in our part of the world.

Farouk also had a private train at his disposal. It was top of the line for the 40’s.

I found the next site the most stunning. Ancient Alexandria was known for its library, one of the wonders of the world. Though it was burned to the ground two thousand years ago, a new marvel has risen in its place. The Bibliotheca Alexandrina is 25 years old, and is a gorgeous building filled with light, meaning and dedicated to the written word of all countries.

We went next to the Catacombs of Kom ash-Shuqqata, dating from the 2nd century AD. the largest Greco-Roman necropolis in Egypt. All the bodies and tombs are gone, but the shaft down which bodies were lowered three levels still remains. Mourning families would come and dine to pay respects, so it must have been quite the busy place. The steps winding around the main shaft were very dizzying and crowded. Everyone wants to see where the dead hung out.

We then did a drive-by of Pompey’s Pillar, all that remains of the temple to Serapis, built in the mid-3rd century BC.

Our lunch was on a rooftop of a hotel overlooking the Roman theatre currently being excavated. You can’t build anything in this town without hitting an antiquity.

Travel note: We return to Cairo tomorrow armed with wipes, and then fly to Luxor. Busy day!

Don’s Food Corner

Alexandria is supposedly famous for its fish restaurants. As part of the tour, we were given lunch at a fish restaurant, although I don’t think at one of the notable restaurants or mayben even one of the better ones. But we go with what we get.

The meal started with a few small dishes. Fava bean hummus. A little mixed salad. Baba ghanoush. And some pita bread. Jo really liked the fava bean hummus and cleaned up both servings. I thought it was a little strangely sweet and lacking in seasoning. But for Jo to be so enthusiastic about anything other than weiner schnitzel, it’s high praise that we don’t question.

We were asked if we wanted the fish fried or grilled. Jo chose fried; I went with grilled. The main event arrived without any indication of what breed of fish we were to eat. It’s hard to say except that it was some type of firm white fish. No complaints, but it too could have used some salt and other seasonings.

With it was a grain dish that I had a hard time identifying. I thought it was barley. But it turned out to be a regional specialty that is traditionally served with fish. It was short-grain Egyptian rice that had been prepared with carmelized onion and some spices (but not too much) and fish stock.

It appears that Egyptians are anti-spice. I mentioned to one Egyptian guy I spoke to that I had been to India. He reeled back in horror. Too much spice! I guess even though Egypt served as a trading conduit between India and Europe, they didn’t keep much of the goods for themselves as it traveled through. Their loss.

Alexander’s city by the sea

Alexandria, Egypt After a train ride from Cairo to Alexandria, we have reached the sea, and an Egyptian city with a great Greek pedigree.

We were very thankful for our first class passage, as it was horrifying to think what third class would have been like. It was so helpful to have had train travel in India to prepare us. Our seats — and the entire train — was filthy, even though a little lady came though and passed a rag over our seat arms. The tray fell down from the seat in front of us, but clearly a small animal had died on Don’s, and no amount of her wiping helped.

We are preparing for the trip back to Cairo, armed with Lysol and hand wipes. Forewarned is forearmed!

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Yes, they’re really real

Saqqara, Dahshur, Memphis and Giza, Egypt Today was pyramid day and thankfully our guide and driver showed up on time.

We had an ambitious schedule, complicated by Don being rather ill. The cause, we deduced, was a crab canape last night, and that crab was vengeful. There were several very awkward moments around our first pyramid, and several times we had to abandon Don entirely.

But we soldiered on, our guide and I.

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With the best of intentions…

Cairo, Egypt We started the day early, ready to be picked up at 8AM for our much-anticipated tour of the pyramids.

By 8:30, we suspected we had been stood up. By 9AM, we were sure of it. Repeated phone calls went unanswered, but our concierge was able to make the connections. Profuse apologies from the company, who was sending our guide right over. He arrived by 9:30 with more apologies, as there had supposedly been a vehicle accident in the morning. No answer as to why they hadn’t called us, especially after several confirmation emails last evening. We suspect they just forgot us.

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Next stop for the Pharaohs

Cairo, Egypt Today we began our adventures at the National Museum of Egyptian Civilization. The premise of this museum is to trace the entire history of Egypt from its earliest time to the present, with a major, but not exclusive, focus on the Dynastic era of Egyptian history, but not to overlook the origins of Muslim Egypt onto today.

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Welcome to Egypt

Cairo, Egypt If American tourists’ only exposure to Egypt was the Cairo airport, there wouldn’t be any rush to visit. Chaos abounds, and signage is minimal. Though English is generously used, clear directions are rare. It took two hours to get an Egyptian visa (recommended to buy at the airport), survive passport control, get luggage and try to find our pre-arranged driver — who never showed.

And then there are the cab hustlers who make brethren in India look calm as they attach like leeches to your arm. Thank goodness we were only coming off a five-hour flight from one time zone away. International travelers who flew for 10+ hours and across six time zones must really get the shakes.

In any event, we ultimately got to our hotel by midnight, and checked into our lovely room, overlooking the Nile.

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The birth of Modernism

Madrid, Spain The target for our last day was the Reina Sofia, the national museum of 20th century art.

Among the Spanish artists of the early 20th century in the museum are many of the greats. Picasso, Gris, Miro, Dali, just to name a few, all grew up during a time of great political turmoil here, beginning with the Spanish Civil War, leading into World War II and then into the Franco regime. 

Fascism was the ideological power of the day, dramatically promoted by the press and opposed by many artists.

This is the rightful home of Picasso’s Guernica, the most famous manifestation of the resistance and the centerpiece of the museum. It is truly breathtaking.

Whether or not these artists were lobbying for political change, they were evolving artistic expression in new directions. 

The collection is stunning in its dramatization of a time and a place where turmoil and creativity merged together.

There was also a bit out turmoil outside the museum. Huge demonstrations regarding housing yesterday, and today the topic was support for Palestine. Very passionate crowds.

For a bit of calm, we went to lunch and then the nearby Botanical Gardens. Restful.

A brief afternoon respite, and then we’ll have a farewell dinner with our friends. We’ll have to return to Madrid in the near future to see more of this beautiful city. But for now, we need to pack up and get ready for our travel day to Egypt tomorrow. Next stop, Cairo.

Don’s Food Corner

With the protest march limiting access to many restaurant choices, we lucked out finding a quasi-French place off the main street. But in an isn’t-it-a-small-world encounter, a couple overhearing us mentioning Ohio as our place of origin jumped in and wanted to know WHERE in Ohio, since they too were from Ohio. Not only had they lived in Cleveland (where I grew up) and Cincinnati (where Jo spent her formative years), they also graduated from the same university we went to (Miami University in Oxford, Ohio). We simply cannot escape this. They seemed like acceptable people but we didn’t linger to find out.

The meal itself was acceptable as well. June, Alan and I all ordered Nicose salad. Not exactly as they make it in the south of France. But it featured fresh tuna (not canned). I was actually surprised that the Spanish didn’t try to sneak in some of their ham to make it more local.

Jo had a bowl of pumpkin soup, which she thought hit the spot. It was followed by a serving of chicken salad, which included raisins, nuts and bound together in a curry mayonaise and served with banana bread. The waiter warned that it was “sweet.” It was a cross between a Waldorf salad and Coronation chicken salad.

To our surprise, one Brit at the table claimed to have never heard of Coronation chicken. For their edification, and perhaps yours, Coronation chicken was invented to be part of the banquet buffet for the coronation of Elizabeth II. It is often found on menus throughout the U.K. and is usually a feature of one of the little sandwiches on trays for formal afternoon teas (at “better” establishments). Our Brit friends could be excused familiarity with this quintessential Britsh dish because they are not royalists. But it was like encountering an American who never heard of Sloppy Joes.