Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of going to Egypt. The stories of mysterious gods, King Tut, and the Pharaohs captured my imagination from an early age. From the Great Pyramids to Marc Antony and Cleopatra, Egypt seemed mystical, magical, and the one place I had to visit if I was going claim I had seen the world.
My elementary school self watched as the Treasures of Tutankhamun Exhibit toured the US. When I heard it was coming to San Francisco in the summer of 1979, I conceived elaborate plans to take a trip there from my suburban Denver home. I would join the Girl Scouts, sell a bunch of cookies, and convenience the troop leader to take a road trip with the proceeds. The Boy King's solid gold death mask was going to be less than a day's drive away from me, and I had to see it!
The dreams of youth don't always come true, but they never die. I never did see that exhibit before it left the States. When the January 2011 revolution happened, my dreams were on the ropes again. Slowly but surely, Egypt picked itself up, and tourists returned. Finally, after three years of travel writing and world touring, I received an invitation to visit Egypt. I knew I had to go.
I've written about the Egyptian history every tourist needs to know and about is Egypt safe for a solo female traveler? This piece is about what it feels like to fulfill your lifelong dream. It's told in four parts and plays out like a symphony of discovery and excitement.
CODA AND CONCLUSIONS. After this trip, I am more certain than ever that you can’t see the world without going to Egypt. There’s no other civilization who’s influence traveled across three continents and three thousand years. There’s also no archeological site nearly this grand. It’s awesome in every sense of the word.