got my police permit and security clearance so I was off to visit
Siwa, fifty kilometers from the border of Libya. I had a very quiet
four-hour trip into desolation worse than Western Kansas. It was flat
sand as far as the eye could see.
Siwa was a very conservative town.
Women there covered up just about everything as they moved about town.
There were signs requesting tourists to also dress modestly. ( I did
-- and I was about the only tourist I saw.) But, it had to be so hot
under all those black robes! Still, I guess they could protect them
from the leftovers of the plagues. One of the ten plauges was flies
-- and they were still there. Mosquitos, too!.
checked into the nicest and most expensive place I'd stayed in Egypt
except for Sharm El Shiekh.z This was just over $3.00 a night. The
desk clerk from the hotel gave me a map of the town so I soon was
on my way to Cleopatra's pool.xxIt was a hopping place -- used as
the local bathing spot.
I continued on my loop out of town and passed the Amoun Temple and
the Oracle Temple where Alexander the Great had visited. It was said
he came for wisdom from the oracle, but the mystery was what he was
told. He never told anyone and died ten years later. The Oracle Temple
provided a great view of where the oasis ended and the desert sands
took a 6 kilometer hike to Fantasy Island, just outside of town. The
"island" was in the middle of a salt lake. There was not
much left at all except salt. You could walk out on most spots. Some
places were mushy like salty mud. Some people were "harvesting" salt
for food and olives.