The original limestone casing on the Pyramid of Khafre
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a travelogue for a solo cross-country motorcycle road trip from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California in 2008 and an overland attempt from Singapore to Morocco from November 2004 to August 2006
Busloads of tourists were piled up at one lookout point, but I hiked out into the sand on my own to get this photo.
The pyramid of Khufu, the largest, is the one in back on the right side. The pyramid of Khafre is the one with the lighter-color on top. The pyramid of Menkaure is the large one to the left. The three smaller pyramids are named the "Queen's pyramids".
You pay out the nose at the pyramids, but then again, they are the pyramids. I used my student discount card and got in for half price. I went inside the Great pyramid, the oldest one at Giza (2600 BC), and the largest one in Egypt (146.5 meters). Cameras are forbidden inside.
You first start in a carved hallway that is like any other tunnel, but then you come to slanted ramp that goes up the pyramid at a 20 degree angle. It is quite low and narrow, about 3.5 feet by 3.5 feet. They have laid down a ramp with 2x4 steps which are a bit tricky. This ramps goes up for about 100 feet until you come to an opening. This opening also has a ramp at the same angle, but the ceiling opens up about 25 feet high and the walls are about 10 feet apart. This continues for another 100 feet. At the top, you crawl underneath two massive blocks to enter the tomb chamber. The chamber walls are pink granite and sitting on one end is an empty sarcophagus.
There were a couple other tunnels that were gated shut, but I don't know where those tunnels led. It was pretty cool crawling through these tight spaces.
I prefer that name to "the Sphinx". Abu was getting a facelift this morning, so he wasn't looking his best. Supposedly this was carved from mostly one piece of limestone; limestone that was left over from the construction of the Great Pyramid of Khufu.
The city bus took me across the Nile. This was my first look at this area. There were a lot of massive hotels along the Nile.
This is the Sufi music I sat in on while in Peshawar. There was a lot of hashish in the air.
This short video gives you an idea how patriotic everyone is at the closing of the Indian-Pakistani border.
This is the downtown area of Cairo, and what I think is the most European. At night clothing and electronic shops open up.
I walked to this area from the downtown "European" area. There were a lot of old mosques and remnants of the Citadel from the 12th c. Besides that, there were a lot of tourist shops selling hookahs and t-shirts.
This is a blend of rice, pasta, black lentils, fried onions, and tomato sauce. A bowl cost about 40 cents. Very delicious.
I showed up just past 0900, along with all other tour groups in Egypt. Holy cow. The museum was more crowded than the metro train. They were all in massive tour groups that hogged all the exhibits. It didn't matter to me so much, because the museum actually SUCKED. There were no informative signs or placards, so it was like walking around in a big warehouse. I didn't learn anything.
I did get to see the mummies, all dried up and three thousand years old, and the golden "head piece" they found on King Tut's mummy.
The museum collection is huge, but it didn't mean anything to me. Oh well.
As interesting on the inside as it is on the outside.
I asked Prince about the colorful transport vehicles, so he brought us to a chop shop. Here, old battered trucks and buses were stripped and redecorated, heavily-laden with wood, paint, lights, and all sorts of unnecessary ornaments. It cost around $6000 to do this. It didn't seem logical considering how old the engines already were, but whatever.
We went to a mosque to listen to some Sufi music. Sufi is a more mystical branch of Islam. Here, some performers played a guitar-like instrument and a clay vase, while singing (which actually resembled flamenco). The music was okay -- but everyone was smoking hashish around me, so we left after a bit (no, I didn't smoke any, but everyone was offering).
We saw these herders bringing camels and sheep up the Khyber Pass to go to Kabul.
Gun-toting men walk around in the Tribal Areas. This is the last town before you hit Torkham at the border. There used to be a smuggler's bazaar here, but the Peshawar one has sucked all the business away.
This is as far as you can go on the Khyber Pass road if you don't have a visa for Afghanistan. I got lucky with clear skies so I could look into Afghanistan.
A few kilometers away was the Durand Line (the border between Pakistan and Afghanistan) and the border crossing of Torkham.
A lot of the structures we passed were walled compounds, a reminder that this was the wild west of Pakistan.
A remnant from a different age -- there are a few ruined stupas from the time when Buddhism was in the area.
It used to be so narrow that two fully-loaded camels could not cross side-to-side. This bottleneck was the only way to the Indian subcontinent from Central Asia. Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan came through this way, and the British feared German tanks would roll through here, so they placed tank stoppers in the riverbed. These are cement blocks that would impede the tanks' progress.
Since the Khyber Pass is in the Tribal Area, foreigners are required to get permits and an armed escort. There is a smuggler's bazaar here (for contraband from Afghanistan) and loads of gun shops. There were a lot of people carrying AK-47s.
Here I am posing with our armed soldier and Prince Malik Ullah Khan, a very interesting character and our guide.
I met Mathieu, a Quebecois, in the lobby of my hotel in Peshawar. He was headed to the Khyber Pass the next day, so I went along. We got a free tour of the old city with our tour guide. Of course, we were led into a carpet shop and given tea. This shop was run by a Turkman, a guy from Turkmenistan. Apparently, I could pass for a Turkman.
Built in 1630 by the governor of Peshawar under Shan Jahan.
From Islamabad, I took at 80 Rs, 2-hour minibus ride to Peshawar. There were 20 people crammed in this minibus. Peshawar means "frontier town" which is exactly what is was back in the Mughal period. It continues to be an outpost near the tribal areas that do not fall under Pakistani law. It is filled with interesting bazaars and is the access point to Afghanistan via the famed Khyber Pass.
Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan, is a giant suburb organized into separate neighborhoods. The air is much cleaner than other cities in Pakistan, presumably due to the lower population density.
Basically, it's a large deep-fried chapati with tomato paste and herbs on top. Very greasy, and not very pizza-like in taste.