Being a Discerning Shopper in Egypt

#FriFotos #ForSale theme got me thinking today about how I buy when I travel.  I am not a souvenir gal. I love buying presents for family and friends, but I don’t need nor do I wish to bring back tourist crap, that was likely made in China (no matter what country it is I am visiting), just to say I bought them something.  To me, this is just unnecessary materialism.

 

Despite the awfully cute sales kitty, I’ll be giving these ‘Made in China’ souvenirs a pass.

 

So when people ask me about vendor touts around the pyramids, some of the best advice our guide gave us was to say “La Shukran” (No, Thank You). Partly as once you buy one thing, you’ll be hounding by all the vendors to buy more, and partly as these are not Egyptian made goods, but rather tourist crap made in China. My family and friends don’t need that cluttering their homes.

Where I do love to spend my money when I am traveling is on goods actually made in the place I am visiting, especially when I’m able to buy things from the artist themselves and I know my money is going back into the local community.  These types of items bring back with them a story of the place I’ve visited and the people I’ve met, and don’t have negative connotations attached to them of being chased by a vendor.

In Egypt, for me this was:

Fayoum Pottery School, where the local children were taught how to express themselves through pottery and in turn make money to bring back into the community by selling their creations.

 

These kids were awesome and having a tonne of fun creating.

 

The Clothing Store Owner in El Quesir, who was happy to see travelers, enjoyed chatting with us, and sent Audrey and Dan of UnCornered Market and myself home with a hat each, with the promise that we’d wear it when we returned to Egypt.

 

One of the many warm and welcoming Egyptians that we met in our travels.

 

The Bedouin women stewards and artisans in Wadi El Gemal, who had formed a co-operative to sell beautiful handmade beaded jewelry, in perhaps one of the most beautiful places on this planet.

 

A lovely and talented young girl.

 

The Fruit and Vegetable Market Owner in Marsa Alam that chopped open a watermelon for our bus, and shared it with us when we were all famished, having missed lunch.

 

Never enjoyed watermelon so much!

 

In my humble opinion, we don’t need stuff to show we were somewhere.  As a traveler, I try to spend my money wisely and think about what I am buying and why?  Will it be appreciated by people at home? Who is actually benefitting from my purchase? Does my purchase actually come from the country I aM traveling in?

What questions do you ask, when you decide what to buy in your travels?

Where in the World? Vancouver Edition 1

As the summer vacation season approaches, some of us, myself included, are busier than ever with work, and alas cannot take off like that free spirit I am to enjoy the lazy days of summer.  All is not lost however, as summer fun, frivolity and adventure can be found in afternoons off, evening escapades, and the odd weekend escape. To inspire, we shall be sharing a few such mini-adventures of our own.

To begin, a new instagram game, I like to call ‘Where in the World?’  Here’s Vancouver Edition 1, designed to inspire some adventures in the Lower Mainland.

How does the game work?   Simply guess in the comments below, where you believe each of the photos was shot in the Lower Mainland.

Photo 1

 

Photo 2

 

Photo 3

 

Photo 4

 

Photo 5

 

The ‘You’da Bomb!’ Bragging Rights will go to whomever guesses each location in the correct order first. Good luck!

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

PS. If you are on instagram, I’d love to connect. You can find me at EmmeRogers.

A Letter to the Airlines: On Missed Connections

Dear Airlines,

Missed connections happen.  People can’t fault you for bad weather that delays flights or other safety concerns.  At times such as these, that result in missed connections and unforeseen night stays in foreign ports, we as the traveller must be understanding and glad we are safe and sound.

Where we as the traveller lose that understanding is when you, the airline, are unorganized and not prepared to deal with us on the ground, despite knowing full well for hours that you would have a plane load of people that would be missing their connections. That’s disrespectful to us, the travellers, your clients, and will result in you losing clients.

Below is a story of a recent missed connection that I had, that ended in me having a very bad experience with an airline I wanted to like, and what airlines everywhere can learn from this.

 

An airline can’t be faulted for delays due to weather, and I, as the traveller respect them for wanting to ensure our safety.

 

I knew before we took off that I was missing my connection in Heathrow, when our plane took off over an hour late due to bad weather in Heathrow.  I’d never missed a connection before, so I thought I’d better inform the air stewards about the impending predicament. “Nothing to worry about. You should still make your flight, and if not we’ll arrange for a new flight and a hotel, if necessary.”  Good!  I suspected they were off their rocker thinking I’d make my connection in Heathrow with having to run across the airport, likely to another building AND cross through security, but at least I’d still get home eventually and I’d have a place to sleep if I needed it.

4 1/2 hours fly by, and we circle overhead of Heathrow, when the pilot announces we will be circling for another 20-minutes, as with so many delayed flights, the runway is backed up. There goes any hope in H… of making my connection, so I voice my concern again. “Not to worry, we’ll have someone waiting on the ground to help you.”  Okay. Are they helping me get to my plane in time or making arrangements for an alternate flight?  Alas no one could tell me that, but at least they knew and would be organized to take care of it.  How very wrong I was!

Getting off the plane, all there was was a guy holding a sign with my flight number and a number of other flight numbers and all he told me was that somebody would be waiting for me at baggage.  Okay, I rushed on, still not sure if I was able to make my flight.

I hit a fork in the road, the fork to my flight versus the fork to baggage.  Sh..!  Realization hits in. Going to baggage means no flight home today, especially as I rounded the corner the sign was pointing me in to see London Customs.  I was crossing into England, and didn’t even have a bloody Landing Card, as the airline seemed incapable of sharing that with all of us that had missed our connection.

Breathe.  There were the two young Winnipeg gals from my flight, looking just as confused.  Okay, their flight was slated to leave 1/2 an hour after my flight, I’ve definitely missed my flight if they’ve sent them here too. I holler at them to save us a spot in line and go in search of landing cards for all of us.  It’s only 3:30 pm, this could end up as a fun night’s adventure in London.  Even on my limited sleep, there was plenty of time after all for a nap.

 

And here is where everything took a turn for the rocky …

 

We get through customs to baggage.  No one is waiting for us.  An older fellow working at a nearby booth sees we are looking lost and forlorn and helps us out by:

  • calling the airline to let them know where we were ~ “Not to worry they’ll send someone to retrieve you.”;
  • when we continue to wait for hours, he calls again and eventually sends someone to them to help the ever growing group of us stranded passengers;
  • when our baggage fails to arrive along with the airline personnel, he actually walks out to search the warehouse himself for us;
  • when again all bags show up, but for the Winnipeg gals and an Alberta man that we found when we first were looking for the airline, the kind fellow returns to the warehouse and personally carries all of their bags back.

3 hours later someone from the airlines finally shows up with new flight tickets and hotel information for us. He then herds a group of 20 of us to where they start calling us cabs – one cab at time, with 15 to 20 minutes between cabs that will only take 3 of at a time. Are you frigging kidding me???  By this point in time I’d lost my usual easy going nature and blew up.  This was unacceptable. So what did the airline fellow do?  Find an attractive woman that worked for the airline, that Knew nothing about what to do and had no power to get anything done or make any decision, and high tailed it out of there, abandoning her with us.  Are you friggin’ kidding me buddy?  That is disrespectful to both us and her.

So how many hours did it take us to get to our hotel from when we landed? 6 hours, 4 1/2 of those OF which were the fault of an airline that was unorganized to deal with us when we hit the ground, despite knowing full well that they would likely have a number of us missing our connections, before the flight took off 5 hours earlier.  In my calculations, how long should it have taken for the airline to have us clear customs, get us our bags and get us to our hotel?  To be liberal in their favour – 2 1/2, maybe 3 hours. 3 1/2 – 3 hours less then it took them in actuality.

Did I enjoy that night on the town in London? Not really, as by the time I made it to the hotel, I was too damn tired, but being stubborn, I did drag myself out for one pint at the pub.

 

I’m definitely a glass half full kind of a gal, and these two half pints did provide a smile and a bit of “I’m in London for a night!” satisfaction.

 

Now for the point of this article, what airlines everywhere can take from this article, so that they don’t lose clients.

This is really quite simple: BE ORGANIZED!

You know in any given day, you will have people missing their connections, so have a protocol in place.

Here are some things that would have made me feel more at ease and a lot happier:

  • Meet everyone that is missing their connection at the plane and gather them in a group.
  • Check to see that they have landing cards, and if they don’t give them some.
  • Ask for their baggage tag numbers, and then walky ahead to tell somebody what bags they are looking for in the warehouse.
  • Walk them to customs and then tell them somebody from the airlines will be waiting for them on the other side of customs with a sign.
  • Actually be waiting for them, as promised, on the other side of customs, gather them together in a group and take them to their bags.
  • Give them their new flight information and hotel information.
  • Arrange for enough cabs or an airport bus to look after the number of people you have at once or close to the same time, as oppose to calling for cabs one by one, whenever a new cab arrives.

 

Looking forward to fly into friendlier skies!

 

Thank you!

~ Emme

 

Wandering Through History at the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities

For those of us that love to travel back in time, exploring history and anthropology, the Egyptian Museum of Antiquities is really a bit of a dream, as there are not many places you can go back further in human history, especially right from it’s source.  And this is a museum that I really never expected to be walking inside.

 

A Writer and History Enthusiast’s Dream-Come-True: the Egyptian Museum of Antiquities

 

Now love of history aside, I’m quite picky when it comes to museums, having been a historical educator myself and having weaved tales around past civilisations.  So that said, I will be the first to agree with our Egyptian Guide that they are not effectively displaying and interpreting the many artefacts in the Museum of Antiquities.  You see there is just so much stuff, and while many museums have a storage facility for artefacts, so on the display floor they can highlight particular pieces, the Museum of Antiquities is really one great big warehouse of antiquities.  Kind of exciting to think about really, as part of the reason for that is there have just been so many discoveries of ancient human history in Egypt, that there’s not enough space for it all, and that’s with Egyptian collections on loan to other museums all around the world, and with everything that’s been stolen.  Stories such as Indiana Jones and Relic Hunter do after all come from somewhere and many such tales of stolen artefacts have come from this part of the World, and not just in the past.  The Museum itself was raided and had pieces stolen in last year’s revolution. As a weaver of tales myself, this space and this place was a dream come true, as it’s walls just hold so many stories from both the past and the present.  Hello historic thriller!

 

On-Guard at the Egyptian Museum

 

And that is exactly what I got from my visit to the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities ~ an incredible sense of awe at where I was standing and what I was surrounded by, and a recognition at just how much history had been unearthed in Egypt, despite robberies, artefacts elsewhere in the World and constant new discoveries, not so far from where I was standing. How often is it that you stand in a museum of this magnitude, where it is solely sharing it’s own history and not that of other lands?!?  Pretty gosh darn incredible.  The magnitude of this, only hit that much harder, when our guide took us through the area of the Museum dedicated to Tutankhamun, Egypt’s child Pharaoh, having reigned from age 9 to his death at age 19. As our guide talked about Tutankhamum and walked us through the immense amount of items that had been found in his tomb, including every bed that he’d ever slept on. That was when the realisation hit me, a Pharaoh was buried with all of his worldly possessions from birth to death. That included every article of clothing, he’d ever worn ~ yes, underwear inclusive ~ I saw it on display. Sure glad no one has kept or will be displaying any of my ratty old underwear after I’m gone. Now all of this took up a space 3 – 4 times larger then most of our homes (or at least my Vancouver townhouse), and that was for a King that only lived 19-years. Now just imagine the tomb of Ramesses the Great, who is suspected to have lived for 90 years. No wonder they are running out of room for the antiquities.

I am pleased to share that there are plans for a second Museum of Egyptian Antiquities, the Grand Egyptian Museum, to better deal with, preserve and display Egypt’s Antiquities.  The Museum is scheduled to open in 2012 by the Giza Pyramids.

In the meantime, however, if you are in Cairo, I do encourage you to visit the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities, as it really is an incredible space, filled with both stories and history.  Just be warned, no cameras are allowed inside, and I’d recommend a guide, at least for your first visit, as it really helped me to navigate and fully appreciate what I was seeing.  I understand this is even more valuable at busier times in the Museum, which I understand is most of the time (I was just visiting at the time of the December 2011 demonstrations, so got to enjoy the advantages of fewer tourists, as a result).

Oh and personally, this is a museum that I’d take in with many shorter visits to effectively absorb it all.  I’m hoping to return one day.

So …??? What are some of your favourite museums in this big wide world of ours?  If you have photos of them, you should share them on twitter today with the hashtag #FriFotos, as museums are this week’s theme.

 

PS. In Full Disclosure: As always, the opinions and thoughts shared here are our own and honest ones. We are bought out by no one. In the spirit of disclosure, it should be noted that on this trip our expenses were paid by the IOETI Conference, for which we were speaking at.

Soaking up the Nile

After having just spent far too many hours in the land of coding and editing, I’ve decided it is time to indulge with a glass of wine and a column created purely for Brie’s and my own indulgence ~ the World’s Best Soaks. Today’s focus specifically on the branch of ‘Tubs We’ve Enjoyed‘ with the sole focus of taking myself back in my mind to where I wish to be drinking this glass of wine at this very moment, which would be back in my most luxurious of tubs at the Fairmount Nile City in Cairo.

 

The view from the tub. That’s the Nile out the window!

 

The Scene?  A glass-walled, walk-in shower and tub room, with a giant soaker tub from which I could look out over my luxuriously comfortable King-Size bed to a view of the Nile, all while soaking in the steamy indulgence of lovely smelling bath salts and bubbles.  The only thing that might have made this better? My future fellow (whom I have yet to decide upon) being there to wash my hair, massage my shoulders or rub my feet. Yes, that, and the array of bottles of potions and lotions that Dan and Audrey claimed to have accompanying their tub (cursing them for creating this minor blip in my bubble).

 

A tub fit to inspire an ode.

 

*sigh*  Might be some time before I return to such a tub. Off to wallow that thought away in another glass of wine.

 

Not a bad view … not a bad view at all.

 

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

 

PS. In Full Disclosure: As always, the opinions and thoughts shared here are our own and honest ones. We are bought out by no one. In the spirit of disclosure, it should be noted that on this trip, our expenses were paid by Egyptian Tourism, as a guest to the country and the UNWTO Media and Tourism Conference.