Back to normal and taxi troubles
Things are back to normal now. Well, thatās how Essam sees it anyway (as per the post-it note I found on my ātinyā desk yesterday morning ā see above!). Thatās right, Iāve had to relinquish my āmudiraā title and give back the big desk with the padded chair! But, thatās okay. I actually sort of missed him! Essam is a very friendly and funny guy - who is also constantly glued to his phone ā which means you kind of get used to thinking and typing along to the melodious tunes of his āSayedi Arabicā (that means Arabic from Upper Egypt). It should perhaps also mean that Iām close to being fluent in Arabic myself (oh, how I wish that were the case! It seems, however, that for all my multitasking talents, being usefully multilingual is just never going to be one of them). Regardless, I think I held the fort quite well, thanks to the assistance of a number of fabulous volunteers ā including Muhamed and the two Mustafas (pictured below left) ā who helped to make sure all my workshops continued to run smoothly. They also did a splendid job at āshooingā the cats out of my classroom (pictured below right). Although, to be honest, feral cats and dogs are just part of the furniture in Egypt, so this isnāt particularly anything out of the ordinary at all!
If youāre a Facebook friend or Twitter follower (@melanie_misr) of mine, you might have noticed a post or two that indicates Iāve hadĀ a strangely adventurous past few days. In between working on my talk for the GARDEN conference taking place this Saturday at the DAIK and organizing the āEES Professional Skills for Egyptologyā day on March 7, Iāve also had the chance to visit a few historic and archaeological sites. One of these is my beloved Saqqara (well-known for the first monumental example of architecture in stone - the Step Pyramid of Djoser - pictured below, as well as a number of other very important funerary complexes). My first fieldwork experience in Egypt also took place here in the Teti Pyramid Cemetery back in 2005, so it certainlyĀ holds some special memories for me. And, Iāve since accrued many more...
Among these, now includes myĀ impromptuĀ Saturday visit. I was feeling in need of some open space and cleaner air, but by doing something still not tooĀ far removed from my academic work. So, Saqqara felt like an obvious choice. Before I left my apartment, however, I knew I had to plan a few logistics in advance - Where did I want to visit? How long did I want to be out for? And, who would take me? I was considering booking a driver through Uber, but decided to wing it with a taxi instead. As a seasoned Egyptian taxi user, I had a mental idea of how much it would cost me for a round-trip, but was similarly aware that this doesnāt necessarily ever guarantee the outcome youāre expectingĀ (everything hinges on the good nature, or not, of your driver). I ended up being driven by Ali (mysteriously pictured with me in Tetiās burial chamber below). Ali and I seemingly got on well. From the beginning, we agreed on a price (200LE-250LE for up to 4 hours). He also decided to accompany me on all my site visits - from the Imhotep Museum to the Teti Pyramid, the tombs of KagemniĀ and Ptahhotep, Djoserās Step Pyramid and Unisās pyramid complex. If I understood Ali correctly, he actually said heād never visited any of these sites before. Assuming this was true, I was innocently enjoying trying to converse with him about the monuments (albeit at an incredibly elementary level e.g.Ā Shoof! Ahram UnisĀ āLook! Unis Pyramidā followed by me pointing at a wall relief HimaarĀ āDonkeyā!). So, through these exchanges I thought Ali and I had established a ābondā. On the journey home, he even wanted to make sure I was well-hydrated, so bought me some water and, after I expressed interest in buying fresh fruit, arranged for me to go home with 6 kilos of bananas and oranges (because, I really needed that many!).
Sadly, however, this pleasant experience turned sour. When Ali dropped me back to my apartment and I handed him 240LE for his services, he suddenly heated up.Ā āNo, no, noā, he said. āMelanie, Melanie, Melanie. Khamsa-miyya, khamsa-miyyya.Ā 250LE for one-way!ā, he demanded. Khamsa-miyya is, of course, 500LE. Initially, I reacted somewhat jovially because I thought he was just trying to push his luck with me, but he became even more insistent and irate. It actually got to the point where I left the money with him and got out in haste. But, I could hear he was also getting out behind me. In this moment, I was genuinely quite scared and leapt up two-flights of stairs, simultaneously fumbling to get the keys out of my bag to unlock my front door.Ā In the meantime, I could hear him ascending the stairs below. My heart was truly pounding. I didnāt think he could see which apartment I was in, but I still kept all the lights off and just sat in my bedroom for the next 20 minutes or so hoping the situation would pass. And then, suddenly, the door bell rang. Twice. I didnāt move at all. I suspect it was Ali, but I couldnāt be sure. My boab (doorman) didnāt seem to be anywhere during this whole incident either. Time soon passed and things seem to have settled, but even so, I preferred not to goĀ out anywhere else that evening. I had food home delivered and then, fortunately, as I was having friends over the next morning for breakfast (pictured below), had some peace of mind knowing that my return to the world would be in safe company.Ā
Now, I donāt wish to relay that story to scare you (because it certainly hasnāt stopped me from using Egyptian taxis), but I feel obliged to make Aliās actions known. Iām sure I paid Ali more than what would have been clocked on his meter, or haggled in many other circumstances, but he was obviously trying to milk me for all it was worth (even through fear). So, in future, I think Iāll arrange my drivers for these types of long distance outings through people who are known to me.