Indiana Jones

Sabaah el kheir ma people!

I don't know what this means any more but I certainly had recorded it in the log on the day I am about to describe.

Have you ever wanted to become Indiana Jones? If you say no, than you are not just trying to deceive me but art illuding your self. The gospel truth is you , alike my self, alike every child who has ever watched Indiana Jones has subconsciously believed he is Indiana Jones and that one day you shall prove it.

To prove yourself as an explorer of the mysteries of life one has to embark on a trip, to somewhere you have never been as yet "truly exotic".

This blog is being read in Saudi Arabia , Malaysia, South Africa, S. America , North America, North Africa by like minded Europeans who are proving my point !

To set the Indiana Jones in me free one summer I accepted an invitation by Mr R to Egypt where his parents where working in the embassy. The whole family actually is the incorporation of "The British explorer ideal family" Who we have followed sitting at the edge of our seats at home, thrilled and anxiously perspiring hoping they will make it trough the jungles, survive encounters with wild tribes and tomb raiders and get out of the uninhabitable terrain's hidden in our TV Box. Ben him self fueled all university winters with energy he absorbed by spending summers starting newspapers in south america,diging up bones in Jordan, so when he asked if I would join him in a place where instead of sheep they have camels, I returned the expensive green silk dress I had just brought and used the money to buy an aeroplane ticket.

Despite many explorers having trodden there previousley, the pyramids remain at top of the list, as the point of departure for all explorer wanna-bes so that is where Mr R the real Indiana Jones not actor, took me for my initiation.

The initiation path commenced at a village named Milla near the Giza pyramids . The mode of transport we where set to use where black Arabian horses..(a little wretched but Arabian all the same). And this was the first time I had embarked on discovering the world at 6am in the morning.

As the mud and brick,village awakes one can breathe in the smell of bread, of charcoal burning in the stowes constructed out of mud, see women in wraps turn the bread, and the boys carry it on their heads offering to those who want to break their fast.Smells of food stir the tummy, shouts of welcome are directed towards the riders. Everybody moves in a very slow and comfortable pace trough the moist darkness, in synchrony to the rising of the sun.

Than at once. Ka boom! The visibility of the sun Finlay in the sky has the effect of a shot gun at the race track and projects everyone into spectacular activity. Women racers in big white jeeps burn tires . A witty one actually sped in and out of our horses as if they where cones. Donkeys heave under heaps of grasses and flowers. Kids on quad bikes driwe in and out of camel legs. 300 hundred horses are all over the road mixed with cars. Whips are snapping in the air, laughter mixes with the shrieks of fearless, gorgeous Egyptian women, who canter bare foot trough the crowds screeching "Yalla"at the tops of their voices, long black hair writhing behind them.

One step at the time, I learned to ride, to sit properly without falling, rise with the horse, in time to its rhythm, and the moment upon seeing I can ,we too where galloping, cantering at a remarkable speed towards the pyramids and trough the desert.

The sensation is indescribable. Never had I felt anything as exhilarating. The lack of control and speed one has going so fast on the back of a spirited living thing with a mind of its own is adrenalin ridden and simply delicious .

We payed our regards to the grand old dame the Sphinx, looked up into its sci-fi blank eyes fearing just a little that the eyes will open and her laser eye beam would fry us off and where a bit disappointed at them remaining closed. Sniffed about about the ancient piles of rock to see what could be found other than the pyramids which one was not allowed to enter. And came upon thousands of years old ship rooted in the sand which had been excavated after millenniums of it being buried next to the pyramids for the sakes of macabre entertainment and to serve for roaming of the underworld when the mumified pharaohs got bored.

As all brochures promise, eventualy we stumbeled upon camels parching in the sun by the pyramids, so we did as all decent tourists do and explorers do, embraced the ritual and mounted the enormous camel colored mooing beasts, documenting the event with a photograph .With evidence of the Girl becoming Indiana Jonesd rite of pasage in hand and the expiring patience of expirenced Jones wanting to get on with a less clishe adventure, we-re saddled the horses and trotted to the back of the pyramids, where the town begin, over a loathsome road, and a test to any novice , constructed entirely out of corpses od dead dogs . --