Pyramids and Horse Killing Saudis
Trip Start Jun 30, 2008
62Trip End May 09, 2009
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The touts around this area are a special breed, especially memorable was Samy, atop a camel in full bedouin garb who spoke English with a strange Dick van Dyke cockney twang. I had to admire his persistance, he followed us around for nearly an hour try to charm us out of hundreds of egyptian pounds in exchange for mounting his smelly, grumpy camel, before spotting some fat russians with more potential and geezering off.
Post-ancient culture we decided to pay a visit to Cat, a teacher from the other centre who has the enviable distinction of living above a stable that overlooks the Great Pyramid. Her stable is the last in a long row of riding schools just behing King Tut's final resting place, a dusty village with scrawny cats wandering around and camels sitting placidly in the shade, where we were served many cups of sugary egyptian tea and falafel sandwiches (which the Egyptians viewed with bemusement, as apparently it's a breakfast dish). We rode out into the desert to see the sunset over the dunes and despite the fact it had been about 14 years since I last rode, I even managed a canter. Thankfully we soon stopped to inspect a mystery object in the sand which turned out to be a semi-decomposed horse covered in vultures. Apparently Cairo's summer population of Saudis (who come here to escape the heat. eh?) go a bit mad in this comparatively liberal paradise and spend their days galloping horses around the desert, abandoning them if they drop dead with exhaustion like this one, and their evenings picking up prositutes in the nightclubs among Pyramids Road before bringing them to the stretch of dirtrack in front of the stables and driving up and down all night with the music blaring. Not sure if it's reassuring to realize "boys on tour" scandalous behaviour transcends all cultures or not?!