Saturday, June 20, 2015

WHAT, ONLY A 1000-YEAR OLD SITE AND THE WAY HOME


Friday – 17 April 2015 – Haifa, Israel


Haifa is at the northwest corner of Israel. From Silver Wind’s top deck, one could see Lebanon, Syria, and the Golan Heights. Much of the population of Israel’s third-largest city work at Israel’s largest port. The population has a working class feel. Maybe the distance from hyper Tel Aviv and strongly emotional Jerusalem is the reason it appears that the city’s Muslims and Jews get along here pretty well. Street signs are in both Hebrew and Arabic, although I read recently that the government was considering"standardizing" on only Hebrew.

A commuter train line runs by the port in Haifa, Israel's largest
It seemed like a few new modern buildings had been added to Haifa's downtown since we were there a couple of years ago

As we sailed into port we could see a number of rush hour commuter trains go by the port station. There seemed to be a number of new modern highrise buildings. When we were here a couple of years ago we had explored the city quite extensively on foot. This time we signed up for the ship’s morning tour to the UNESCO World Heritage Site of Acre, just across the bay from Haifa. Acre dates back almost 4,000 years. Our interest was the well preserved Knights Hospitalier. This was the headquarters for some early crusaders, the Knights of St. John. We thought that it would be nice to visit a tourist attraction only a thousand years old, downright modern by the standards of the Middle East.



Our tour guide said Haifa is very proud of this multi-cultural facility but didn't give many details 

 I couldn't sound out the Hebrew lettering, but this oddly familiar big box store made me think of hex wrenches

We met our tour guide on the pier. He was holding a trumpet. I assumed that was so we could identify him, similar to the brightly colored umbrellas held by guides at the more crowded tourist sites. As our tour bus drove out of town we passed the Arab Christian Jewish Center, apparently a community meeting place unique to Haifa. Our guide was very proud of this institution but could not describe its operation other than saying it promotes peace within the country. Then inexplicably he blew a tune on his trumpet, the first of many. We then passed an oddly familiar blue box store with yellow signage in Hebrew. My education in that language terminated abruptly 57 years ago. So I was not able to sound out the name as we speeded by, but I kept thinking of Allen wrenches for some reason.


The 18th Century mosque contains a hair from Mohammed's beard

As we walked into the old city of Acre, our first stop was a Mosque built in 1781. Our guide explained that there is a shrine on the second level of the building that contains a single hair from the Prophet Mohammed’s beard. He explained that the hair is shown to the faithful on special occasions. Then he blew his trumpet again. I excused his playing this time. I thought that would be worth getting excited for.


The Knights of St. John headquarters were in Acre. The huge complex was worth a visit. The information displays made a tour guide less desirable. More so as our guide played a trumpet frequently for some unknown reason 


Our walking tour of Acre brought us to the promised destination, the impressive castle built by the Knights of St. John.  Essentially a self-guiding museum with excellent graphic displays, no tour guide was necessary, especially one playing a trumpet randomly. I was sorry that we hadn't just taken a cab from the port in Haifa. Our guide was hard to hear in the cavernous stone rooms. I figured we could lose sight of him, and we would certainly be able to find him when we needed to by listening for his infernal instrument. 


The market in Acre was reminiscent of the Pike Street Market in Seattle
The old harbor at Acre has a modern lighthouse apparently built over a hummus stand

Families from Haifa enjoying the hats they had just purchased in the Acre market

We walked about a half mile through a marvelous market. The guide and his trumpet would meet us at the other side. The market was as varied as the Pike Street Market in Seattle; that is to say there were all manner of fish, produce, spices, and the usual tourist dreck of knock-off watches and handbags. I realized that since we landed in Singapore a month earlier, Israel was the first country where I felt more at home. We emerged from the market at the ancient sea port. A lovely modern lighthouse appeared to come out of a humus shop. The old port of Acre was clearly a good place for Haifa’s families to get out of the city for an afternoon. We saw a number of local families having fun.


Our tour group was confused where the "Templar's Tunnel" entrance was and started to head towards an alleyway. It turned out that the actual entrance was in the structure that looked like the toilets

The tunnel provided safe access for the crusaders to get from the port to the castle

Behind us was a sign indicating the entrance to the “Templar’s Tunnel”. Barbara pointed out to me that the Knights of St. John were not the Templars. I guess Christian history is not real big in Israel. Our group was easing mistakenly towards a passageway to check out the tunnel. The actual tunnel entrance looked like a door to the toilets instead. Our guide appeared with admission tickets and led us through the correct door and down a long flight of stairs. We walked back quite a distance under the old city. The underground passageway was built to protect Crusaders arriving from the port from thieves. I guess this was a bad neighborhood in the 11th Century. Our tour guide played his trumpet only once in the tunnel, seeming to stop abruptly when we all put fingers in our ears simultaneously.


The headquarters of the Baha'i faith in Haifa contains the remains of founder of the modern religion in a gold domed shrine

We returned to downtown Haifa in time to check out the World Center of the Baha'i faith. We had walked along the top of this mountainside parkland earlier and now had the opportunity to look up at the gleaming golden dome shrine containing the remains of the founder of the modern mystical religion. Our tour guide disclosed that he had worked for years as a landscaper for the Baha'i grounds. I thought where does this man's talents end?

We returned to the ship for our late afternoon sailing. Tomorrow was to be a day at sea as we crossed the Mediterranean to Kusadasi, Turkey, our last port call.


We dressed for our last formal night after a day at sea. I wore my special pin. As usual nobody asked what the "L" means

We relaxed on Saturday enjoying the Silver Wind's food and service and dressed for the last formal night of the cruise. Passengers leaving the ship traditionally queue up to shake the Captain’s hand and say goodbye. Instead we had some drinks in the Main Bar with Gianni, the Hotel Director. We said goodbye to the Captain has he came by our table after his farewell presentation in the theater.  Gianni got up hurriedly and followed the Captain. Nobody asked what my special lapel pin with a big, "L", meant. Maybe someone will, someday.


Sunday – 19 April 2015 – Kusadasi, Turkey


Silver Wind was joined at the cruise pier in Kusadasi by the cruise ship, Azamara Journey. Although a modest sized vessel by cruise ship standards, it dwarfed much smaller Silver Wind 

Kusadasi is a popular port for cruise ships. We were fortunate that there was only one other ship was in port. Tours to the impressive ruins at Ephesus are offered from Kusadasi. Barbara had taken a longish tour to there during our last visit, and I explored Ephesus three times during my earlier cruises as bus escort I waited for passengers to complete their walking tours. Besides, this was our last day onboard.

We chose to take a morning walk from the pier and come back to Silver Wind early to pack.  I took a selfie reflection shot of Silver Wind looking like one of the life boats for 694-passenger Azamara Journey. That’s a small ship by today’s mass-market cruise ship standards where one company runs 6,000-passenger ships in the Caribbean. On the Muscat to Athens segment, we had only 126 revenue guests, about 2% of the largest cruise ships' capacities.


A 19th Century fort was a nice destination for a hike from the pier in Kusadasi

We enjoyed a Turkish coffee at a seafront cafe in Kusadasi

We took a hike to a lengthy hike to a 19th Century fort built on the ruins of an earlier Italian fort and then stopped for a Turkish coffee in a lovely cafĂ© on a lovely beach. I asked the barrister if he took US Dollars. As usual in Turkey, he said he takes anybody’s money. We made a deal and relaxed a bit before wandering through the tourist shops and heading back to the ship to pack. After 32 days on the cruise, some a bit stressful, it was time to go home.


The butlers lined up one last time to welcome back the participants from their all day excursion to Ephesus. Most passengers ignored them and walked straight to the ship's gangway

Silver Wind sailed as soon as the tour groups who had gone on the all-day excursion to Ephesus returned to the ship. The butlers were lined up as usual welcoming them back. The tourists thinking of going home just avoided them, taking short cuts directly to the ship’s gangway.




Monday - 20 April 2015 - Piraeus, Greece


Silver ship Silver Cloud was already berthed in Piraeus when we arrived. The two small Silversea ships were chartered for a rare tandem cruise for an Australian tour group 

On the way to the Athens airport we passed the Athens Gate Hotel (the taller white building at the center left of the picture).
We had enjoyed breakfast in the penthouse during our last stay in Athens. The downtown hotel is located just below the Pantheon , a great location some distance from the frequent riots

The flight home from Europe provided us with a stunning view of the southern Greenland fjords  

At dawn Monday we sailed into busy Piraeus, the port for Athens. Our sister ship Silver Cloud was already berthed. Both identically sized 296-passenger capacity Silversea ships were to embark on a two-week cruise, an unusual tandem charter for an Australian Tour Group.  We left our suite after breakfast and took the ship’s shuttle bus. The route from the port to the Athens airport passed the lovely Athens Gate hotel where we stayed a few years ago. We even got a glimpse of the nearby Parthenon. Our flights were uneventful. We even made our short connection in Munich had spectacular views of the fjords of southern Greenland en route Chicago. We got to Denver before 11 pm and stayed at an airport hotel. We were home in Boulder before noon on Tuesday. 

A BRIEF COMMENT REGARDING THE POLITICS OF THE MIDDLE EAST

I've avoided making more than passing references to the Israel’s political situation in my narrative. My reports of our experiences on the 32-day cruise are intended to a BLOG, not a collection of travel essays. 

The "Webopedia" definition of Blog is:  

(n.) Short for Web log: a blog is a Web page that serves as a publicly accessible personal journal for an individual. Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author.

I do not feel qualified to do extensive analysis of the politics of the regions we traveled through, but after writing the blog entries on our excursions from Port Said and Ashdod there were good reasons to insert a word or two about what I actually observed. I'd like to put my experiences into some perspective. 

During our 5 hour-excursion from Port Said the security procedures as well as the carefully monitored narrative from our Egyptian tour guide seemed just annoying. After we got home from the trip, I came to realize that the Ismailia excursion was more than a just a stressful travel experience. Our two days in Israel during the two days after Port Said on this cruise were calm, safe, and really quite relaxing. I reflected on Egypt and Israel that we might have been seeing the devolution of Egypt and perhaps more alarming indications of Israel going down the same road.

The guide on our excursion from Ashdod across Israel to the Dead Sea was in his late 20s. He said he had Palestinian friends who he has hung out with for years. He insisted that the outside world's view of the conflict within Israel was not reflective of the actual situation as he experiences it. Palestinians and Jews were not at all at each other’s throats he insisted. I wondered what the Palestinians would say, especially those with relatives in the West Bank or Gaza.

On our drive on the alternative route through the Negev we passed some towns with predominant mosques. The Israeli Christian and Muslim Arabs have been obliged to live in towns that had considerably fewer amenities than in the new "Jewish towns" the government now was building to encourage urban commuters to move south. The tour guide said that the Arabs in the region were upset by this. Ya think? The Israeli government is essentially bribing middle class and professional Jews to move from Tel Aviv to districts where non-Jews have representation in the Knesset, the Israeli parliament. I couldn't help thinking that China has been doing the same thing for years in Tibet.

The Israeli nomads in the Negev have houses with water and sanitation that were built for them by the Israeli government. These towns appeared pretty basic. The Arabs are upset that their grazing lands are being taken away from them. They claim that the government has not provided shopping centers and parkland for them such as the new Jewish towns are getting. Israel insists that the Arabs in the Negev still own their land and can raise their flocks as before. The Bedouins say that isn't true. The new towns are being built on grazing land they have been using for millennia. They are afraid that their rights to live their traditional lives are in jeopardy as the area gets urbanized. It should be noted that there were only a few Arab towns where both Christian and Muslim Arabs both lived, and of course the two communities were separate within those villages.

I can imagine how the Palestinians must feel. Their situation is probably much worse. Their land is occupied in their eyes, and they have much to support that contention. Our guides in Israel never mentioned the Jewish settlements in the West Bank or the onerous security wall. It is deemed necessary by Israel to protect its citizens from terrorist attacks, but Palestinian communities are being torn apart and people are prevented by the barriers from going to school and work. Families are separated.

There may be an eventual accommodation for the West Bank, but the Gaza Strip seems to be in a much more difficult situation. We drove south from Ashdod to within a few miles of the Gaza Strip. I must say without looking at the map I couldn't tell how close we were until the guide pointed out how most of the area we were passing through had been evacuated a few years ago as the Katyusha rockets fell randomly. They were still falling from time to time! I was more amazed when we heard the same thing from the guide on the excursion to Acre the next day. He said that the entire population of Haifa lived in bomb shelters for the months of the 2014 conflict. The guide called it, “The Recent War”. Israel and the Middle East in general seem always at war or just between wars.

I could see how these guides thought that the rest of the world doesn't understand Israel's motivations. It's kind of like the contributions for a ham and egg breakfast: the hen is involved but the pig is committed. (Maybe my mention of pork is ill advised when speaking of Jews and Muslims.) Keeping with the analogy though, we know that the USA is definitely involved but Israel is committed. We in the West really don't understand what it is like to live in Israel. The constant dangers are real. Most citizens of Israel are officially in the military through middle age. The entire population is prepared for armed conflict at any time. There have been a number of all-out wars with neighboring countries as we all know. There continues to be the danger of random rockets launched from the Palestinian territories or Syria falling just about anywhere in the country. Still there must be a solution, even after a few thousand years of conflict.

It should be repeated that both Egypt and Jordan have peace treaties with Israel and are much better off for it. Jordan remains relaxed as far as its relations with Israel is concerned. The Egyptians have turned their anger within themselves. The fear of terrorism in all three countries continues, perhaps stronger than ever in Egypt where the Sinai is increasingly out of control. The Palestinians in the West Bank and more so in the Gaza Strip are left slowing twisting in the wind. Egypt’s government talks about modifying or even abolishing the treaty with Israel, but I suspect this is more for internal consumption. But the treaty has provided a level of peace. Breaking it would not be good.

I'm afraid that Israel is dealing with increasingly intractable internal conflicts. The current politics are pitting the leadership against itself. It’s kind of like in the USA but with much more hollering and bizarre possibly self-destructive compromises to keep the current Israeli administration intact but with arguably worse consequences for humanity. Israel appears to have less ability to deal reasonably with their citizen Palestinian and Arab minorities, much less with the Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza Strip. To quote the philosopher, Rodney King, "Why can't everyone get along?"

Now back to finishing a final entry to my blog, a short description of our visit to a “modern” site (actually medieval but modern for this part of the world) before we ended the cruise and started our journey home to Colorado.



MB 6/20/2015

THE LEGEND BECOMES THE EXISTENTIAL TRUTH AND HOW LOW CAN YOU GO


Thursday – 16 April, 2015 – Ashdod, Israel


Silver Wind’s schedule called for our sailing from Port Said at 9 pm Wednesday evening. The Captain made the now familiar evening announcement of a change of plans. He reported with more than a bit of frustration that the southbound convoy through the Suez Canal was running late. As the entrance channel was adjacent to our ship, it would be impossible for Silver Wind to depart until the convoy was through our position. He added, “When we will be able to sail from Port Said, I don't know.” After the unnerving excursion to Ismailia, I was ready to leave the increasingly dysfunctional country and proceed to safe and familiar Israel. We were scheduled for a 12-hour excursion tomorrow to the historical Roman ruins at Masada and perhaps a dip in the Dead Sea. We shared Captain Arma’s concern that a late departure from Egypt might delay our arrival in Ashdod and impact our tour’s itinerary.


I had booked this tour during our last cruise to Israel a couple of years ago, only to have it cancelled due to insufficient bookings. Masada and the Dead Sea and visiting Sri Lanka were unfinished business for me, a theme for this cruise. Silver Wind was scheduled to arrive at the Israeli port of Ashdod at 7 am this morning. I was ready to sail from increasingly inefficient Egypt, big time. So were the bulk of the passengers on the ship who had booked the cruise specifically to visit Jerusalem on another all-day excursion from Ashdod.


Israeli line handler employ a truck rather than manpower
We finally cast off from Port Said about 11pm. The Captain had the ship sail at maximum speed overnight to make up for the delayed departure from Egypt. We arrived at Israel’s sprawling container port for Tel Aviv only a little late. The Masada and Dead Sea tour would run as scheduled.

Israel is very efficient. Unlike the multitude of government line handlers in India, one no doubt high paid Israel line handler employed a pickup truck to do the job. Our tour left promptly and proceeded south on a local road. I looked at the Google Maps on my iPhone. We were paralleling the border with the Gaza Strip, just a few miles to the west. But all we saw was neat irrigated fields, clean farm vehicles, and upscale private cars. After a while our tour bus turned east. We entered the Negev Desert which covers the bulk of the south of Israel. Our tour guide explained that only the most southern portion of the Negev (which means “South” in Hebrew) is barren desert. The land we were passing through had small towns, but a fair amount of car traffic indicated a significant population in total. Some people were commuting to Tel Aviv, not all that far in this New Jersey sized country. Our young Israeli tour guide mentioned that after the war of a few years ago, there are only a few (!) Katyusha rockets being fired currently into the area we were driving through.  I thought his world is not easily understood by those of us who live in the USA. Our country has problems to be sure, but Canada doesn’t shoot the random rocket into Minnesota as far as I know.


It can rain heavily in the Negev Desert

The guide’s description of the northern Negev desert not being as we expected proved true. We found ourselves in a violent thunderstorm.  The bus driver’s mobile phone rang as the sky opened up. The guide then advised us that we were to take an alternative route across Israel. The main road to the Dead Sea was closed due to flooding. Excessive rain in April and May was a problem in recent years, and Israel has more than sufficient water supplies without relying on rainfall. He said that Israel actually provides drinking water to Jordan and nearby Egypt. Peace is wonderful, I thought. Climate change is not. This region doesn't need more problems.


An Muslim Arab Village in the Negev  

An Israeli Bedouin shepherd and his flock

We passed a few towns along the well maintained east-west highway.  One town had large mosques visible. The villages we were passing were all “Arab towns”, the guide explained. The mosque indicated that Muslim Arabs live there; the other towns were where Christian Arabs lived. He was careful to add that all inhabitants of these towns were Israeli citizens. Although we could not see them, there were a few new “Jewish towns” nearby. To relieve congestion the Israeli government is encouraging people from the Tel Aviv area to move south and is building up-scale modern towns for them from scratch. Significant amenities such as parks and shopping centers are included. There were no such amenities visible in the Arab towns we passed. We could see Bedouins tending flocks near the somewhat primitive villages where they lived.


Modern shopping center on the outskirts of a new town built to encourage city dwellers to move to the Negev

We stopped for coffee at a brand new, very familiar looking shopping center. It was near a new “Jewish town” that was over the hill, the guide explained. As we left the tour bus for the nearby toilets he warned us that as it was “Remembrance Day” which commemorates the Holocaust. At 11 am a siren would sound and everybody in Israel would be obliged to stand in silence. Unfortunately, the timing was perfect. When the siren went off, I and the men next to me at the urinals were already complying. (I'm not making this up. Travel is full of ironies.) I really felt guilty.


Luxury resort hotel on the south end of the Dead Sea

We climbed the Judean Hills and descended towards the Dead Sea Valley. The Dead Sea itself was visible far north, below in the haze. Salt evaporation ponds were directly below the road. We could see a number of modern luxury beach resorts along the water as we got closer. 


A cable car takes tourists up to the Masada Plateau. Note the switchbacks of the the hiking trail used by those with more time as well as the Jewish Defence Forces as part of their training

At Masada an Israeli Flag was flying at half-staff for Remembrance Day which commemorates the Holocaust. Across the Dead Sea we could see the mountains in Jordan we had crossed a few days earlier on our way from Aqaba to Wadi Rum

The ruins of King Herod's Palace

Herod had a Roman Bath. The water for the baths were carried by slaves from an intricate system of canals and underground reservoirs 

We arrived at the impressive cable car for the ride up to the 1,300-foot high Masada Plateau.  An Israeli flag was flying at half-staff because for Remembrance Day. It was fitting as well for the legend associated with Masada. It was hard to remember that the top of the plateau sits at sea level. Herod the Great built the mountain top complex starting in 31 BC. The guided tour of the remains of the massive Roman palace complex was fascinating. Besides the palace itself there were proper Roman baths, temples, and a number of (!) amphitheaters could be seen below surrounding the plateau. King Herod did not build a minor outpost.


The Siege Ramp built by the Roman Legend was still evident after 2,000 years

Our guide explained the emotional significance of the Masada Legend

Despite its appeal as a significant archeological site, Masada has a more existential meaning for Israelis. The famous story the Jewish rebels appears in only one reference. When the Roman Legions built a huge ramp and began to storm the site, the story goes that the 960 Jews who had taken refuge in the fort killed themselves rather than be taken. The guide explained that the truth of the story is irrelevant. Masada has become perhaps the most important patriotic monument for Israelis. All new members of the Jewish Defence Forces complete their basic training with a climb to the ruins. There they take the oath, “Masada will never fall again”. They are referring to the State of Israel, of course. The guide’s eyes watered as he told us this. He was clearly moved, and so were we.


You can't get lower on the surface of the Earth according to the GPS app in my iPhone



After wading into the slimy Dead Sea I took a selfie. A bather floated in the extremely buoyant water behind me

I wish we had time to walk down the well-worn hiking trail. Instead we took the cable car back to the tour bus park and drove a short distance to a resort hotel on the Southwestern shore of the Dead Sea, the “lowest point of Earth". The surface is some 1000 feet lower than Death Valley, the lowest point in North America which we visited last Autumn.

Some time after lunch was reserved for a dip in the Dead Sea. We were prepared to change into bathing suits but thought better of it when the guide explained that the slimy mineral content of the water would take days to clean off our bodies. More alarmingly, he warned us that wading more than ankle deep would result in being tipped over due to the buoyancy of the water. So I took off my shoes and socks and got slimed only for up to a couple of inches below my ankles. After this harrowing experience, Barbara and I walked out on a pier to sit in the shade. The temperature was now in the low 80s. I took a selfie as a swimmer floated on the surface of the Dead Sea. It appeared that no part of her body was actually submerged.

We returned to the ship the way we had come and sailed for Haifa where we were to have our last tour of the cruise.

Friday, June 19, 2015

THE SUEZ CANAL AND WHY I DON'T RECOMMEND GOING TO EGYPT ANYMORE


Tuesday – 14 April 2015 – At sea: Aqaba to the Suez Canal


We had been scheduled today for a half day port stop at Sharm El Sheikh. Barbara and I had planned on a beach day. But Captain Arma had announced that today’s port stop had been cancelled. Silver Wind’s time slot for the Suez Canal transit might be moved up from 3 am the next morning to as early as 8 pm tonight. He didn't want to lose our position and chance a late arrival at the first stop in Israel the day after tomorrow. Although we were a bit disappointed in losing our day bathing in the clear Red Sea, we were upset that the 12-hour Suez Canal transit might be completely in darkness if we started our transit of the Canal just after sunset. 

The South End of the Suez Canal was the staging area for the northbound convoy later that evening. Many ships were already  waiting at anchor

We had a relaxing and unexpected sea day, but I was surprised when we arrived at the staging area for the Suez Canal well before dark. Barbara and I wondered if the missed Sharm stop had more to do with the recent terrorist attack in the Sinai than with scheduling issues for our Canal passage, but the late afternoon approach to the mouth of the Suez Canal was fascinating. When we arrived abeam Port Suez, a number of ships were already awaiting the formation of the evening northbound convoy. Transits of the Suez Canal is one-way, necessitating alternative convoys. As we anchored we could see Egyptian wind farms and oil rigs, none of which existed in my visit in the mid-1990s.

Throughout the evening the Captain came on the PA announcing each time a new time slot assignment with Silver Wind further back in the convoy. He hinted that the Suez Canal dispatching seemed disorganized. It turned out that was only one manifestation of Egypt's current dysfunction.

We had a quiet evening at anchor and enjoyed watching additional ships join the anchorage after dark. The entire convoy had been delayed. We didn't sail until well after midnight. It appeared we could have had our beach stop.


Wednesday – 15 April 2015 – Suez Canal Transit and Port Said, Egypt

Suez Canal Transit


We awakened to find that we were very much still transiting the Suez Canal. This house might have been for an official, perhaps a relief pilot for the 12 to 16 hour transit, or maybe a very dedicated ship watching fan?

The Al Salam Bridge is just past the halfway point. From the top deck I could see that we had passed under it just before dawn. I figured we still had a few hours to go before reaching Port Said

 
From the bow, it was clear that we were well back in the convoy

At dawn we had found we had gotten only half way up the Canal as the Al Salam Peace Bridge was just astern Silver Wind. Our position was well back in the northbound convoy. (In 1995, our Captain--the well known Captain Dag, now said to be with Seabourn Cruises--had arranged with cigarettes and cognac for Song of Flower to lead the convoy for an all daylight transit.) Because of Silver Wind's late start from the southern anchorage, much of the scenery along both sides of the canal was still stark desert. We enjoyed the remainder of the Canal transit quite a bit.

The Suez Canal tolls provide more than half of Egypt's total income. It's essentially a deep water ditch across the desert. The 102-mile long shortcut was built in 1869 to save ships’ having to sail 4,300 miles around Africa from Asia to Europe. There are no locks. The Mediterranean and Red Seas are at the same level. There is a modest current that reverses seasonally. Ships just sail in one end and out the other. At least two one-way convoys are formed each day.


Each of the many guardhouses on the more populated west side of the Canal were manned by very young and bored soldiers leaning on their gigantic machine guns


We saw a number of passenger trains along the Canal's route. This train appeared to be a long distance service. We saw a number of smaller three car trains, perhaps locals to service the small towns along the Canal's route.

The Suez Canal employs small three wheeled trucks to transport canal pilots. 

The passage through the Suez Canal is dramatic and most interesting. The ship convoys travel at a constant speed of around 10 knots with only the occasional guardhouse manned by a very bored teenage soldier visible. Small ferries carry cars and passengers across between huge container ships which seem to be bearing down on them. Sometimes a dowdy passenger train passes by on the old rail line that parallels the Canal. We were amused to see a canal pilot shuttled on the service road by a three wheeled vehicle flying a sea pilot flag.



Call at Port Said


Downtown Port Said looked prosperous and interesting

As is usual in Egypt, a bunch of uniformed officials and a few guys looking suspicious waited on the pier for Silver Wind to dock

Rudyard Kipling said,  "If you truly wish to find someone you have known and who travels, there are two points on the globe you have but to sit and wait, sooner or later your man will come there: the docks of London and Port Said". From the deck of our ship the city just south of the Mediterranean end of the Suez Canal was striking. As we approached the small cruise ship dock we could see high rise condos and busy wide boulevards.

We hard time for a walk around the city before our geeky tour of the Suez Canal widening construction and the Canal Headquarters’ town of Ismailia. Tour Manager, Sylvia, told me that the 5-hour excursion had been scheduled for the afternoon rather than the usual morning timeframe because the Captain had told her he was unable to guaranty that the Canal authorities would be able to provide an accurate timeframe. This, of course, turned out to be the case. With Silver Wind's position well back in the convoy, we arrived mid-morning.


Port Said's well kept apartment buildings and colonial architecture was a little worse for wear but still worth a quick exploration

Port Said's El Salam Mosque was a gem. a good destination for our walk

Hours after we arrived in Port Said we could see ships at anchor in the Mediterranean Sea still awaiting the start of the southbound convoy

Most cities in the Middle East are less sparkly up close. Port Said has suffered with the rest of Egypt during the recent political troubles, but the town still had some charm.  We walked a couple of blocks dodging cars and trucks to our destination, the beautiful El Salam Mosque.

We returned for lunch before our 1 pm tour. Surprisingly, many ships at still at anchor in the Mediterranean Sea waiting for the southbound convoy to begin. Despite our position towards the end of the convoy overnight, more northbound ships were still dribbling out into the Mediterranean.


We were accompanied by a two vehicle police escort within the city limits. An empty backup tour bus followed us  throughout the tour

We booked the excursion to Ismailia for the sights. But the tour gave us more of a creeping dismay and sadness for the people of Egypt. We expected security to be tight but nothing like we experienced. The current Egyptian government is said to be democratic, but actually it is still a military dictatorship. Worries about terrorism were very evident. A heavily armed guard accompanied us on the bus. There was a 2nd gentleman who also appeared to be armed but mostly monitored every word spoken by our tour guide. An  identical tour bus followed us on this short excursion in case of a break down, a procedure Barbara had reported for her much longer and more isolated tour to the Valley of the Kings and Luxor a few days earlier.


The Egyptians raise pigeons for food in gigantic structures

Our escorts were military personnel with rifles, and we were obliged to pass through numerous checkpoints

Soldiers were everywhere along the Canal road. Our tour bus convoy had an armed police escort within the city limits of Port Said. They were replaced by a truck load of young soldiers holding military assault weapons after crossing the city limits. The countryside turned quickly to desert. Characteristic pigeon houses were visible. The Egyptians raise pigeons for food we were told.

We were obliged to stop at a number of checkpoints where our passports had to be displayed. The military escorts were changed at some of these checkpoints. The soldiers’ uniforms and insignias on the vehicles differed for each exchange indicating that the areas we were transiting were under different jurisdictions, somewhat unexpected considering we were paralleling the Canal for a relatively short distance. More disquieting was that some of the exchanges of armed escorts were accompanied by heated arguments between the various officers of the details. Our armed guard and the 2nd gentleman from our bus joined in the heated discussions. Our progress was delayed quite a bit each time until we were allowed to proceed. To us, it seemed that each permission to proceed was not necessarily assured.

Eventually we arrived at the city of Ismailia. A city tour was mentioned in the excursion sign-up sheet. Ismailia had been established as a company town when the Suez Canal was built. At half way up the Canal, the city of now 750,000 is the location of the Canal’s administrative headquarters. Ismailia has a rich cultural life. It’s the location of the Chinese built Suez Canal University. Our bus whisked through the town without stopping. Our tour guide provided no explanation of the change of plans, but we clearly were running late due to the frequent security stops. I found out later that Ismailia is where the now discredited Muslim Brotherhood had its start. Perhaps security concerns were behind the cancellation of the city tour.


The Ismailia Museum of Antiquities was small with only two rooms of interesting archaeological finds from the local area
We crossed the Suez Canal just west of Ismailia on a crowded ferry. The soldiers accompanied us on foot, watching the pedestrians riding with us intently. The "Welcome to Egypt" sign 50 miles from the sea didn't make sense to me. Little else did that day

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Security at the museum was particularly tight. Note the soldiers with flak jackets and the guards on the corner. There was a similar detail behind our tour bus


Instead of a tour of the city, we stopped briefly at the small Museum of Antiquities. The modest museum building was surrounded by security guards and Egyptian Army soldiers. Spooky looking guys just stood around staring at us. Inside the museum were two small rooms with archeological pieces that had been found in the immediate region. There were very modest descriptions, but the pieces were interesting and a good reminder of the Egypt’s glorious past. The stop was worth a few minutes. Returning to the bus, we proceeded to a nearby ferry dock to cross the Suez Canal to the eastern side. I was amused in an existential way that a 5-minute ferry had just taken us from Africa to Asia. We were now in the Sinai albeit just barely so.

The Bayonet Monument commemorates Egypt's very modest skirmish with the Israeli Army in the Six Day War

After the ferry crossing, our guide explained that we were to visit the “Famous Bayonet Coming Out of the Desert”, a huge memorial to the—wait for this—GLORIOUS EGYPTIAN VICTORY IN THE SIX DAY WAR.  Most Westerners remember that the Yom Kippur War was a stunning victory for Israel whose march to Cairo was stopped only by the intervention of Britain and France. The Memorial was most impressive. Inside the base was a wraparound mural depicting the so-called victory, essentially featured was the tactics used by the Egyptian Army. They brought high-pressure water hoses to destroy the sand dunes on which the Israeli troupes were camped on. Egypt apparently believes they stopped the much superior Israeli forces from advancing across the Canal with water hoses after Israel won the entire Sinai in the war. I seemed to recall that Israel ceded the land back to Egypt as part of the Camp David Accord. 


The wrap-around mural inside the monument plinth provided a most patriotic Egyptian version of the War

At the mural, to her credit our tour guide mumbled very quietly, “Egypt, of course, lost the war”. Most of the tourists missed this. The 2nd gentleman from the bus was distracted when she made that statement. He was outside the monument in a heated discussion with the local security guards. We found out later that the treaty with Israel wasn't as simple as we thought. Egypt got the Sinai back but had to agree to significant restrictions on its militarization, especially in the areas closest to Israel.  Egyptians worry that they can't pursue terrorists in all of the Sinai as well as they would like; Israelis are made a bit more comfortable that the Egyptian Army isn't at their border to the south.  But the treaty has held, and both Israel and Egypt are happy to keep it maintained. As we learned in Jordan, peace is possible in the Middle East, maybe as long as the parties don't mention it too much.


The most revered of Egypt's patriotic sites was falling apart. Paving stones were cracked and missing. The three flagpoles were askew 

After taking in the mural, we walked a bit outside and noticed that this most important patriotic Egyptian memorial was falling apart. Many of the paving tiles were cracked or missing entirely and the three flagless flag poles were askew. I felt unhappy for the school groups that were arriving by bus to see the monument.

We returned to the tour bus before the allotted time to explore the monument was over and found about half of our group was already onboard looking a bit dismayed. The strange propaganda tour was to get worse.


Under the watchful eyes of some unidentified young men our tour guide in white deferred to the soldier spokesman to explain the significance of the reconstructed Israeli camp

Our next destination was an Egyptian reconstruction of the Israeli Army Headquarters for the “failed Israeli campaign" to cross the Suez Canal.  Our guide introduced us to a young soldier. She said he was much more knowledgeable about the complex. She added, looking at one of the two unidentified young men who were monitoring her closely, that she was certain that she would not “get it all right” if she attempted to explain the exhibit. I noticed that the 2nd bus gentleman smiled as she said that.


The "captured Israeli equipment" appeared to be WWII surplex radios that had no Hebrew labelling

The "Israeli Command" office did not seem very authentic


Signage at the site was curious. The Hebrew type font was unfamiliar

This sign just made me sad. The "Hebrew" on the top line did not look like actual Hebrew to me

The soldier walked us through the amateurish reconstruction. The “Israeli” radio equipment was actually WWII surplus short wave receivers with only French labelling, and the various offices were decorated in a sort of homemade image of what the Egyptian Army public relations sign maker thought the Israelis might have had. The Hebrew lettering was in a type font unknown to me. I felt very sad for the Egyptian people I had come to like during my visits 20 years earlier. At that time they were proud of their Pharaohs and the history of the ancient Egyptian civilization. With creeping religious fundamentalism and the current military government, the Egyptians seem desperate to find an element of historical pride, even in a modest military battle in a war that they lost.

Egypt is trying to develop the Western Sinai for agriculture with varying success

Some areas, such as the wetlands behind this fense, seemed to need extensive clearing. But methods seemed primitive


The Suez Canal widening project was impressive.

More authentic experiences by far, both good and not so good, were yet to come. From the "Israeli Camp" we proceeded through the Western Sinai, passing some failing attempts at agricultural development. The true highlight of the excursion was driving along and across the massive project widening the Suez Canal. The widening will provide a number of two-way passing zones and allow the new larger container ships and tankers to pass through the canal. As the Suez Canal provides a large proportion of Egypt’s revenue, this project has been deemed essential by the current administration. Our guide said, “The all-Egyptian Army laborers are working night and day.” We passed miles and miles of dredges and earth movers as she repeated the 24-hour work schedule a number of times.


The Al Salam Peace Bridge was closed for security reasons

We continued our return to Port Said north along the eastern side of the Canal to the most impressive Al Salam Peace Bridge. The imposing structure was built by the now ousted President Mubarak with Japanese Government assistance to provide a highway link so that the Sinai could be developed. The main cable-stayed portion is 230 feet above the waterline and 1300 feet long. The entire bridge is 2.4 miles in length. Our guide explained we would cross the bridge to get back to Port Said despite it being closed as an anti-terrorist precaution.

Our tour was running about an hour late. The tour bus proceeded to the intersection of the northern highway and the bridge approach and was stopped by a small security detail. Our armed security guard exited the bus and approached the two trucks with armed soldiers escorting us. They commenced to have a discussion with the dozen or so heavily armed soldiers who were guarding the the bridge. Raised voices were heard a number of times. After 20 minutes, an officer came out of a nearby shack, apparently the bridge security detail’s headquarters. Our guide said that the officer was to give us permission to proceed across the bridge. She sounded quite confident.


We made the last ferry to the western shore, dodging between hugh ships in the southbound convoy, just before sunset.


When the officer appeared from the guard shack, the 2nd gentleman from our bus stepped out of the bus. He had not joined the others for all this time, instead just observing us and our tour guide. After lighting a cigarette, he slowly approached the bridge security detail's officer. In no time they were hollering at each other and pointing repeatedly at the bridge. After about 15 minutes or so of these discussions, the officer and the second gentleman from the bus shook hands, laughed loudly, and patted each other on the back. Our guide said nothing. The officer went back to his guard shack, and our two security guys returned to the bus. We started up but didn't turn on to the bridge's approach road. Instead we made a U-turn back and headed back south we had come. Our guide explained sadly that the Secret Police in Cairo had not granted permission. We were to take a nearby local ferry back across the Canal and return to Port Said the way we came. By now, it was about to get dark. We just made the last ferry and returned to Port Said quite a bit later than scheduled. As usual, the butlers were lined up and greeted us with the now familiar shouts of, “Welcome Back”. After waiting two hours beyond when our scheduled tour was to return to the pier, they sounded less enthusiastic. So were we. Some of us pushed them gently aside. Everyone looked tired.

Before it got dark we watched widely spaced ships pass in southbound convoy as we enjoyed some beers from our fridge as the butler was still on welcoming duty pierside

Barbara and I attempted to order some drinks to be delivered to our room so that we could relax on our suite’s balcony before showering and heading down to dinner. Our page was not answered in the usual few seconds. We took some beers from the fridge and sat for a while on our balcony hoping to watch the usually closely spaced canal traffic pass by. Our downtown berth was along the northern entrance channel for the Canal. (Northbound traffic diverts east just south of Port Said.) But we saw only a few ships pass. They were very far apart. We could see that most of the ships were still at anchor in the Mediterranean awaiting permission to join up for the southbound convoy which had apparently just started. It was clear that the legendary efficiency of the Suez Canal no long existed.

We cleaned up and on the way to dinner happened to accost our butler in the hallway. He explained that he had gotten our page but was on the pier awaiting a privately arranged tour to return. At diner Barbara and I reviewed our experiences. I concluded that I could no longer recommend Egypt as a tourist destination. I’m confident that most tourists would not experience difficulty on simple visits from Cairo to the Giza Pyramids or taking an escorted Nile riverboat cruise vacation. But Egypt has become essentially dysfunctional and marginally unsafe for the more adventurous traveler. Besides the high unemployment and the apparent conflicting military security jurisdictions, there are extreme anti-terrorism measures to deal with. A traveler to this otherwise wonderful country should well wait until the situation improves.


I've thought a bit more about Egypt now that we've been home from the cruise for a more than a month. I’m afraid improvement will not come soon or easily. We we drove back to Port Said, our tour guide explained that the Egyptian people have traded freedom for security. She detailed her family’s experiences over the last few years. The Secret Police were everywhere she said, smiling at our 2nd gentleman on the bus who was napping. The Christian minority is increasingly oppressed. Most young men in the country are uneducated soldiers in the gigantic army. All are heavily armed with assault rifles. I doubt they are well trained. Unemployment outside the military is very high, and civil rights are strongly curtailed. I thought, what more possibly can go wrong?