Aswan: our introduction to Egypt

Aswan, seen from across the River Nile, from amongst the Tombs of the Nobles

Aswan was our introduction to Egypt.  It introduced us to heat – forty degrees plus, but dry, much like I remember South Australian summers growing up, albeit with a lot more sand.  It introduced us to the up-close-and-personal wonders of visiting the world’s archetypal archaeological destinations – the ones you’ve always associated with exotic far-off lands;  the ones you don’t really imagine as things you could stand beside, or inside, or staring in the face of.  It introduced us to an unreasonably large number of trips to McDonald’s – if only to get a salad we could trust had been washed in water that wouldn’t make us sick.  (Of course, given that we were there, it seemed silly to pass up the opportunity for a side of burger, chocolate milkshake and sundae.  Possibly two sundaes.)  It introduced us to Egyptian drivers’ novel use of headlight and horn as a method of communication – at times seeming as though we were witnessing some complex courtship ritual conducted entirely via the flashing of lowbeams.  And it introduced us to the utter desperation of locals trying to survive in a country almost entirely dependent on tourism, but which has seen tourist numbers fall off a cliff over the last two years, since the beginning of the revolution.  That introduction basically consisted of being hassled mercilessly and constantly every time we ventured onto the street.  But more about that in another post.

We were in Aswan for Abu Simbel.  That despite the rather blatant fact that Abu Simbel isn’t in Aswan – it’s a four hour drive away.  But it’s four hours’ drive in the direction of Sudan, through a part of southern Egypt that’s not generally considered a great place to be.  Which is made obvious when you get up at 4am to meet your minibus for the daily police-escorted convoy, all off to see Ramesses the Great’s famous monument to himself and his wife.  (Well, one of his wives.  He was a pretty popular guy, it turns out.)

Once we got past the bizarreness of that convoy – and the early-ness too, for that matter – we got on with gaping and gawking at the history sitting right there in front of our noses.

The main temple, dedicated to Ramesses the Great, at Abu Simbel

Abu Simbel is two temples carved into the rockface built to face (and overawe, presumably) Egypt’s potential invaders to the south.  One temple for Ramesses II (aka Ramesses the Great), and one for his wife Nefertari, of whom he was evidently rather fond.  (Moreso than one imagines were the slaves tasked with the more menial aspects of demonstrating Ramesses’ devotion, anyhow.)

In front of a statue of Ramesses the Great in the façade of the Small Temple

The pictures will convey the impressiveness much better than any descriptions I can give…

The façade of the Small Temple

… except for one thing the pictures don’t show:  the temples are not where Ramesses had them built.  There’s a dam there now.  So in the 1960s, while building said dam, they also relocated Ramesses and Nefertari en toto.  Quite a feat, which the visitor’s centre impresses on you well.  Then you realise that you’re being impressed by the job they did in the late twentieth century.  With, y’know, bulldozers and cranes and stuff.  Carefully relocating an original that was built three and a half thousand years earlier.  With, y’know, slaves and little rock hammers that these days don’t have much greater utility than to test your knee reflexes.

The Great Temple, seen from in front of the entrance to the Small Temple. Yeah, looks like a bugger to relocate, doesn’t it.

Other than Abu Simbel, we did little in Aswan other than acclimatise to the heat and to the wearyingly relentless attempts to sell us this, take us for a ride on that, and generally find a way, any way (legitimate or otherwise), to get as much money as possible from my pocket into someone else’s.  We did get a boat across the river to explore the Tombs of the Nobles – that was before Abu Simbel, and was interesting both as our first live experience of Egyptian history and because it also offered some good views across and up the Nile.  But other than that, once our police convoy safely delivered us back from our meeting with Ramesses, we relaxed and got ourselves ready for a train ride up to Luxor.  Job done, next bit of history, please…

A falluka sailing down the Nile, in front of the Tombs of the Nobles

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  1. Pingback: Luxor: your in-the-flesh textbook of ancient Egyptian history | Travelling the world, making a mess

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