Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession. Today’s twist: We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn to longform writing.
My First Dose of Egyptian History
The first trip to Egypt I took was to get away from the norm. I had just recovered from a close call with death and wanted to see and feel history incase another encounter occurred and I ended up not seeing many of the world’s wonders.
In Cairo, the first place I visited was the Egyptian Museum at Tahrir Square and the artifacts displayed were just breathtaking. Finally, after much intrigue from reading National Geographic’s articles and seeing astounding photographs, I got to see with my own eyes, some of the items that actually accompanied Tutankhamun in his tomb.
Following many narrations of Egyptian history, the most fascinating Pharoah I found was Ramses II, who just adored his wife Nefertari, built monuments galore in Luxor, Karnak and the great temple in Abu Simbel, all with her as his consort. I marveled at the craftsmanship of such magnitude, hand done with such finesse and precise mathematical calculations, without modern technical equipment. What history of this civilization reveals!
an odd tourist event
When walking the streets, I saw the usual tourist business style almost amounting to harassment: sale of t-shirts, plastic obelisks, papyrus paintings, you-name-it … but when my friends and I stopped at a tea-shop, an elderly man, whom I thought was a vendor of knick-knacks, approached and paused at our table. He looked at all of us (me and 5 friends) and smiled. I could see friends’ hands waving “no” and heads moving left to right. With so much signaling going on, I felt there was no need for my contribution so I just sat there, smiling, very tempted to invite him to a cup of tea.
Mr. Ancient walked right to my side and place a tiny little blue ‘thing’ right by my teacup. He smiled and said “For you”. I simply followed with “How much?”
He simply shook his head and waved “Free.” I was so stunned, all I could say was “Thank you very much, er… what is it?”
“Khepri, good for you.” And with that, he walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
I tucked that little blue ‘thing’ into my shirt pocket and totally forgot all about it, until a few days later when I decided to send that shirt to the hotel’s laundry. It then got put in my wallet’s coin purse.
I got Curious
“Khepri” was mentioned many times by tour guides and museum docents but I never had a chance to ask specifically, what that gift I got signified. Upon my return home, as I unpacked, that tiny little blue ‘thing’ appeared again. This time, with travel notes and brochures brought back, I decided to look up what that little blue ‘thing’ was all about.