June 11, 2009

• The Road To Jordan: Philae Temple and the Nubians

  Although I enjoyed my Dam tour, you can only stand on a wall for so long before you start thinking of jumpin, so it was off to the next destination. I mentioned earlier that Aswan High Dam resulted in the man made lake Nasser. Well, one side effect of this lake and the river it diverted was that a number of people and monuments had to be displaced as well, lest the redirected river swallow them up forever like Sobek, the crocodile god of justice.

  One of these temples that was shifted over just a scooch was Philae Temple. Lets take a ride there, shall we?
  
  
  Looking at it, you would never know the entire temple was relocated piece by piece to avoid being drowned by the rising waters of the man altered waterways. It still retains it’s sense of worth, the power that it never fully gave away
  
  And although i remain impressed with the temples and the architecture and history they encompass, I have lost a little bit of the awe for egyptologists. I always though deciphering hieroglyphics would be nigh impossible due to their fading with age, dusty remants that archaeologists had to half guess to complete before they could translate. But you know what?
  
  clear as freaking day. Totally unintelligible to anyone who doesnt know ancient egyptian though…except for maybe this symbol here…
  
  something about summoning back a…
  
  JOSHUA! DO NOT READ FROM THE BOOK OF THE DEAD!

  right right, sorry i keep forgetting.
  
  BWAHAHAHAHA I SUMMON THEE IMHOTEP!
  nothing? weird, maybe I mispronounced that little falcon or something…
  
  Looks pretty cool, right? But if you examine some of these so called “hieroglyphs” a little closer you find instead…
  
  THAT’S RIGHT! PORN! Ancient egyptian naughty pics of Isis and Osiris. Still dont believe me? take a closer look at where Osiris is placing is hand, the randy devil.
  Then again this was a temple to Isis, the goddess of fertility and such, so maybe she gets that a lot, who am I to judge. I leave judging to the christians that secretly converted this temple to a church at some later point in history
  
  
  
  looks like a great resting place for a grail, doesnt it? However, no such luck. I will have to add the holy grail to the list of things I will search for along with the stargate and a way to attain unlimited power over the undead.
  
  because only an adventurer so scholarly…
  
  So determined…
  
  so willing to brave the ridiculous…
  
  and of course his trusty sidekick
  
  could achieve so lofty a goal such as these.

  So lets head off the island…
  
  hmmm…wasnt there a boat somewhere here?
  
  oh drat, pirates got it. Guess we will have to take another. But all that adventuring has made me famished…So short round and I took our appetites over to another island where we dined with some Nubians, a tribe of people integrated into egypt but a tad darker of skin than your standard egyptian. Nubians keep to a very loose time schedule…when things happen, they happen…it’s a simple life, but a relaxed one.
  
  good food
  
  good music
  
  dancing like spinning tops, not a bad life at all. During dinner, nubian eyes were watching short round, and he even made a friend
  
  and much to his chagrin (and my not so secret delight) Short round was once again dragged up onstage against his will by the natives to dance with them
  
  Heyyyyyy, nubian macarena!

  Bellies filled, we took another boat back to our hotel, for the next morning we would be temporarily leaving civilization to fly out to a grand temple in the desert. For which we would need snacks
  
  okay, now we rest til tomorrow when you will see the wonders of…

  Oh really, you didnt think I was gonna spoil the surprise did you?

  • 11:44 pm
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