Walk like an Egyptian..

I should have been an Egyptologist.

Ah, if I could start over I think I’d take that path. Or I’d be a tour guide splitting my time between the places I love, Egypt, India, Cambodia. That would be my kind of heaven.

Sometimes, when it’s quiet, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift back to Egypt.

I feel the heat on my skin; that burning. Yet it’s a dry heat so there’s no sweaty shirt to contend with, just the impression that your skins getting a bit crispy.

And here I am.

Standing, looking back at the Ramesseum and, beyond that, the verdant strip of land that lies alongside the Nile.

Tombs dot the hill upon which I stand and I take in the glory that is Egypt.

Walk with me.

This is the Nile, lifeblood of Egypt. Mighty river along which lie the colossal temples of ancient times. See the West Bank, home to the Valley of the Kings, watch the sun setting over this ancient land.

Walk with me again.

Hatshepsut’s mortuary temple at Deir el-Bahri. Set back into the cliffs this almost modern looking structure that was built for a female Pharaoh, in an age dominated by men. See it’s mighty construction and the beauty of its stone.

Let us walk a little more.

Medinet Habu. A glorious yet, thankfully, less visited temple. See the colours, read the stories on the walls, admire the craftsmanship and the artistry. See the Gods in all their glory and imagine the time that this was constructed. Vivid still despite times erosion.

One final stop, if you will.

Here, on a wall in the Temple of Luxor, we find Tutankhamen. Egypt’s poster boy. The youthful Pharaoh who’s life, whilst short and, in historical terms, insignificant, gave rise to the surge in interest that we have today. A simple tomb, yet filled with priceless treasures that have captured the imaginations of millions and encouraged thousands to become Egyptologists.

I should have become one.

Ah, time has passed. Time always passes.

But there are times when I drift away, and once again, in ancient times and upon ancient lands,

I walk like an Egyptian.

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