Recently updated on January 17th, 2020 at 11:15 pm
The Muezzin’s rhythmic call to prayer split the still morning air. It was still dark as I left the hotel, but the first rays of light were breaking to the east. The scent of apple tea was beginning to waft from homes and cafes. Almost like ghosts, the white clad faithful shuffled down the street towards the local mosque as the city started to awaken.
Before I knew it I was sitting in the back of a rusty, old, once white Lada zig-zagging through loud, choking traffic. My weathered, toothless taxi driver constantly pounded his horn, berating pedestrians for not moving fast enough. This was quickly followed by a wink and a gummy smile in my direction!
A city like Cairo never really sleeps.
The journey felt like forever. In the eternal race with the approaching dawn, today we were losing. Excitedly my driver began to point and shout. I didn’t need to speak Arabic to know what he was saying, I had glimpsed it seconds before. Looming off in the distance the sun was beginning to illuminate the tips of the Great Pyramids of Giza.
So it was with great sadness I watched theย incidents associated with the Arab Spring, the demonstrations in Tahrir Square and the struggles of the people in its wake. However turbulent times Egypt is now welcoming back visitors.
Have you ever imagined strolling around the hieroglyph engraved walls of Luxor, learning about the history, traditions and practices of Ancient Egypt? Perhaps you have always dreamt of cruising the River Nile as part of your own Agatha Christie inspired getaway? Or maybe it is simply shopping for a bargain in the souks, whether it be papyrus, cotton or perfume and sealing the deal with a handshake and glass of apple tea?
This post is written by Trafalgar Travel Director Dean Smart. Read more of his travel adventures onย his personal blog The Smart Way Roundย which he writes with his wife Natalie. |