While walking amongst the pyramids, my thoughts were:
1) "I'm glad I'm here."
2) "I'll probably never be back."
My thoughts are fairly simple.

Obviously, this pyramid is located in a different part of Cairo than the ones that follow.

The uprising in Egypt has had a devastating effect on the country's tourism industry, one of the main pillars of the Egyptian economy.
This is the beginning of the high season for tourism, but all of the people who work in the industry are standing around, carrying trinkets, with no one to sell to.
So, while we're on the subject of trinkets, here are a few photos of theHansMan and his shopping spree with the 'merchants' at the Valley of the Kings.

It is important to notice that there are three merchants around him.

Please, also notice the body language and that another merchant is approaching.

They are saying, "My friend, my friend theeezzz eeezzz for you from me."

At this point, push came to shove.
Any bets on who got pushed away ?

The guy in blue loses the pushing-shoving contest.

And the bartering-buying-selling continues.
By the way, I am taking these photos from the bus.
Yes, I AM ON THE BUS.
Along with everyone else in our tour who are watching this exchange with amusement.

Those are post cards tucked under theHansMan's arm.
About 500, I said FIVE HUNDRED post cards.
There are more figurines in his right hand which you can't see.
We had enough Egyptian figurines for Christmas gifts for everyone in the family.

At this point, the two of them are standing at the bottom of the steps on the bus.
I thought the man in black was going to get ON the bus with theHansMan.

ENTER: Ali Aldeen.
Remember my friend, Ali Aldeen in the post "Crisis in Cairo?"
Remember the large gun that he carried ?
There was NO doubt the man in black would NOT be riding with us on the bus back to the airport.
If you would like to have a post card, send me your address . . . I'll send you an entire package of them.
Now, back to the pyramids.



The Pyramids of Giza are deserted.
It looks as though they were deserted they day I took this photo, but believe me, they weren't
One of the classic spots in Egypt, the Pyramid of Khafre behind the Sphinx, is devoid of tourists.
The entrance to the park has been shuttered and closed.

Those who hire out camels and horses are suffering.
The camels are usually bedecked with colorful saddles, waiting for paying customers who won't be arriving anytime soon.


In Giza, it has been over two weeks for camel owners with no customers to ride their camels.
People can't afford to feed their animals, and several a have been left to starve.

Written by Karoli on February 4 :
Eleven days and counting. Hard to believe so much has changed in so short a time.
In Tahrir Square, the liberated zone, the anti-Mubarak protestors will tell you fear has been defeated. There’s no turning back.
When morning comes, you see the makeshift metal barricades, the hand-forged weapons, dug up rocks, bandaged bodies, they are still standing their ground. Fear has been defeated, they’ll tell you. There’s no turning back.
They bought this square with blood, paid for it with pain. Bruised, they’re not broken. Battered, they’ve not bowed. Fear has been defeated, they’ll tell you. There’s no turning back.
Raised to keep silent, not criticize the state, beaten by cops, gassed and abused, turned on, attacked by fire-throwing thugs. They’ve stayed in the square, and today more kept on coming. Peacefully protesting, their lives on the line. Fear has been defeated. There’s no turning back.
Some are Islamists, there’s no doubt about that. But this goes beyond one religion or party. That’s not why they’re here. They speak about freedom and fairness and justice. They speak about the things all of us say that we want. You never really heard that in Egypt in the past, at least not openly called for in the streets. Fear has been defeated. There’s no turning back.
All the reporters and camera people and producers have been working around the clock, trying to cover these fast-moving events. On the ground, among the anti-Mubarak demonstrators, it’s easy to move around, talk to people. It’s another story in pro-Mubarak crowds. Many of us have been attacked. It happens quickly, spirals out of control. All you can do is stay calm, try to escape. It’s not a coincidence, I plan: it’s a plan, clear as day. The people in power want to control what you see. We try to position ourselves in different spots. We find balconies that give a view of the battle. But if we can see them, they can see us. And sometimes you have to stop, close the curtains, move somewhere else. Fear has been defeated. There’s no turning back.
We’ve all heard the roar of the crowd, the cries of the wounded. For me, the most haunting sound echoes in the night. Sticks and stones banging on barricades as these anti-Mubarak demonstrators wait for an attack that inevitably comes. It’s a sound made by warriors all through the ages, a warning to those who have tried to defeat them. We are here, they’re saying. We are strong. We are not giving up. Fear has been defeated. There’s no turning back.