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Friday, June 25,
2004. I debated whether to join the group for this day’s scheduled outing
to the pyramids and Sphinx on the Giza plateau. I had seen these sights
on a previous trip to We were told we could expect to return to the hotel by about 2:30 or 3:30 in the afternoon, which would allow us plenty of time to freshen up before going on the Nile Maxim dinner cruise. The Pyramids I returned to the bus within the allotted time, and was frustrated to see some people weren’t back yet. It became even more frustrating as 5 minutes dragged into 10 minutes and dragged into 20 minutes. Let’s just say that sitting on a bus full of 40 people in the blazing Egyptian summer heat waiting for inconsiderate people who don’t return within the time allowed is not my favorite thing to do. Next the bus took
us over to the smallest of the 3 pyramids, and those people who wished
to go inside had an opportunity to do so. I did that when I was in
Once again we sat around on the bus for 30 minutes waiting for people who didn’t bother to return by the time the guides had set for returning. Once again I found myself feeling very irritated with selfish people who didn’t respect other people’s time. Grrrr.
Once again, certain people took much longer than the time allocated. It became apparent there was a pattern of repeat offenders. I wonder if these people even noticed the sullen, resentful expressions on 40 faces when they finally sauntered onto the bus. In the morning, the guides had said our camel rides would occur while we were at the Sphinx. However, instead of taking us to the camel rides, they took us to a jewelry shop. In addition to jewelry, the shop offered a diverse range of the customary souvenir shop merchandise. The group as a whole went into shopping frenzy.
Before we went in,
the guides told us we should not order any custom-painted papyri, because
there wasn’t time for the work to be done before we needed to leave.
They told us we should take only 15 minutes. Well, by now you’ve probably
guessed it. The Nile Maxim The show opened
with a performance of a theatricalized (very theatricalized)
tannoura (whirling dervish, Egyptian style) by a male dancer named Hakim.
It seemed a little incongruous to me that the band was playing Mohammed
Abdel Wahab’s song Cleopatra as he whirled, because
normally, whirling dervishes use religious music even in a secular presentation.
But to his credit, Hakim was skilled at spinning and doing the expected
“tricks” with the frame drums and skirts. The Oriental dancer for the evening was Hanadi. Hanadi had a playful
stage personality, and was enjoyable to watch. Her style reminded me
of a blend between baladi and Dina. She opened the
show wearing a yellow bra/skirt outfit. The current fashion among the
young dancers in
Not
only did Hanadi frequently incorporate the jewel into her dancing, she
added further moves to emphasize her own shapely gluteus maximus. One
move in particular involved bending forward from the hips Dina-like,
then using little hip twists to slowly move her body in its own circle
until her rear assets were directly facing the audience. In this position,
she did just a few more little twists to make sure everyone got a good
look before returning to a more mainstream series of moves. On the
one hand, it was kind of cute and worked well with her personality.
On the other hand, it seemed to extend the sort of invitation that I
would rather not extend to my audiences… At the end of this set, Hanadi breezed offstage and disappeared. Her band kept playing, which was our signal that we could expect a second set. Hanadi returned before long wearing a brilliant white costume that contrasted well with the scene around her. She was accompanied by two musicians in folkloric garb, one playing a mizmar (oboe-like folk instrument) and the other playing a tabla baladi (folkloric drum). The musicians on stage played along too. En route to the
stage, she captured two members of our group, Della
from Omaha, Nebraska, and Tarik Sultan from New York,
and urged them to accompany her to the stage and dance with her.
For this second
set, she wore a white bra/skirt ensemble. This skirt was a very sheer
chiffon fabric with one slit up the front over one leg. Under it was
a pair of boy-leg shorts to cover the necessary parts. It looked odd
to me to see those shorts under the skirt throughout her set, but she
isn’t the first Egyptian dancer to wear such an ensemble and probably
won’t be the last!
Once the show ended,
there was still a little time before the boat returned to dock. Many
of us headed out on the deck to enjoy the beautiful night air and offer
ourselves to the mosquitos for a dining experience of their own. At
least one member of our group was a bit green around the gills from
seasickness, but most people were enjoying the beautiful night and the
gentle rocking motion of the boat on the water. Eventually, the boat
docked and we returned to our hotel to rest up for the serious shopping
that awaited us in the morning. Have a comment?
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for more? Last years
report- 6-29-03
Photos from the
Ahlan Wa Sahlan Festival, The Opening Night Gala by Tahseen Alkoudsi
and Shira 6-25-04
Romancing the Road (The
Bousada Troupe Tours) by Yasmela 6-24-04
Saving Grace, Belly Dance
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