Showing posts with label traveling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traveling. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

a whirlwind stirs

After a month and a half of captivity in the UAE, I'm breaking out of this place. Starting September 4, you can follow my travels from the UAE to the UK where I'll stop in London and Southampton for business meetings. From London, I return to the UAE for a quick meeting about upgrading one of our vessels to DPS-2, and then I really escape to New York for a few days. New York is followed by Georgia, where I'll be packing for the great move out to Houston. My unloading time in H-Town is short lived because I'll be flying to Portland, ME in order to drive to the Maine Maritime Museum in Bath. Bath is followed by a long car ride to Newport for the Newport Boat Show. While in Rhode Island, I'll visit the Hinckley facility in Portsmouth to checkout the T-24R, Haida's new tender. (Haven't heard of the T-24R, you say? That's because it, like Haida, is one of a kind.)

This job is definitely living up to the Chairman's "You're second office is an airplane" description. I can feel the winds picking up now. This job is definitely going to be a wild ride.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

all roads lead to abu dhabi

I've had more opportunities during this trip to the UAE to live life drive in the fast lane. When Captain Scott had to leave for a few days, I was given the keys to one of the company cars so that Tophi and I could get to work each day. Those few days went by accident free, and now it appears that I can be trusted behind the wheel. Visitors don't normally drive when they come to the Emirates. Local drivers are notoriously aggressive, but I have had training during my years on Long Island. A recent survey asked UAE drivers (mostly men) what they thought about their driving abilities. Almost 25% of those surveyed admitted that they engage in "risky" driving behavior -- the other 75% lied.

Recently, Tophi and I had the pleasure of taking the Sharjah Transport bus from Sharjah to Abu Dhabi. The trip takes about 2 hours and costs $15 round trip. As we crossed through the familiar portion of Dubai, there's a sign that reminds drivers that ALL roads lead to Abu Dhabi, so there isn't a need to be in a certain lane (read: stay in your own lane, you reckless driver, you.)


We arrived at the Abu Dhabi Central Bus Station after a little over two hours of riding in a packed motor coach. Tophi tells me that the bus was better than he expected.


Abu Dhabi's Sheik Khalifa recently declared that the city be divided into zones and sectors to aid navigation. There are no longer street names; signs like the one shown here are oh so helpful.


We walked past an air quality monitoring station that read, "Breathe Easy. We are monitoring the air."


I found the entrance gates to this park to be interesting. I think that they are tea kettles.


Abu Dhabi has its own share of unfinished projects. The Abu Dhabi Swimming Beach Extension project used dredging machines to increase the beach area.


Abu Dhabi's Corniche Street Beach is divided into different areas: private, family, and public. You have to pay to use the private and family beaches. The paywalled beaches were pretty empty.


We walked down to the Emirates Palace Hotel, but we didn't try to enter. There was a big event, and we would have looked quite out of place. The hotel was originally intended to be a sheik's palace, but he turned it down. I guess it wasn't big enough...


Tophi thinks that this is the service entrance to the Emirates Palace.


Abu Dhabi has its share of superlatives, too. This flagpole is the world's tallest, over 139 meters high.

Abu Dhabi was a refreshing change after seeing Ajman, Sharjah, and Dubai. The people in this emirate seem more active and must enjoy a higher quality of life. There are fewer unfinished projects, so Abu Dhabi doesn't have a skyline of construction cranes.


Thursday, December 23, 2010

let's do this again

Wipe the dust off your luggage! It's time to do this Winter Work thing one last time.

So, while I'm packing my bags to head back to Dubai, I should probably bring you up to speed...

Last January, I flew out to the UAE to intern on a yacht restoration project, henceforth "The Haida Project." Haida was launched in 1947 by Bath Iron Works in Bath, Maine, USA. There's a short background on the project here. Shortly after my arrival, the vessel was towed from her berth in Port Khalid, Sharjah to Al Jadaf Shipyard in Dubai. We waited almost two weeks before the shipyard had room to lift Haida. The lift itself was quite an undertaking. Ten years had elapsed since Haida's last docking, and shipyard and dry dock officials were concerned about the vessel settling onto the keel blocks squarely. There's an account of Haida's dry docking here.

After getting Haida out of the water, the shipyard went to work replacing steel plates that were worn from 63 years of cruising the Northern Pacific, Atlantic, and Mediterranean. The shipyard also fitted new stabilizing fins and installed underwater lights. The entire process lasted more than three months, but when they finished with a fresh coat of paint, Haida looked ready to cruise again.

That ready-to-cruise look was merely on the exterior. When I returned in July, the cabin spaces were in the process of a face lift, nay, a deep cleansing, er... stripping. At her launch, Haida was a cutting edge yacht, outfitted with the latest technologies, many fresh from developments made in World War II. The present owner wants to restore Haida to that glory by outfitting her with advanced systems. In order to do that, it was necessary to cut out most of the joinery work on the interiors. My summer work included sizing air conditioning units, taking freeboard measurements, and an assortment of CAD projects. The summer in Sharjah also meant avoiding the outrageous 120° weather.

Since the summer, the consortium of engineers, designers, and consultants have been working on several important projects including the addition of two watertight bulkheads, a new retractable, azimuthing stern thruster, and revised crew accommodation arrangements.

Phew. A semester's worth of dust sure does cake up. So this January, I'll head back to Haida to keep working on the restoration. I'll be joined by one of my classmates, and together we will tackle planning the piping systems. It's like marine engineering class all over again.

Well, you better dust off your luggage, too. Let's do this again.

Friday, July 9, 2010

deja vu

I am almost positive that I've been here before...

The flight from Atlanta to Dubai was regrettably turbulent-free, and we arrived practically on time. I flew Delta this time around, so I didn't run into any flight attendants named Guido. From my recollection of the Emirates flight, I think that there were more Americans flying on Delta. It was particularly great to find that there were no screaming children stomping about the economy cabin on my Delta flight. Overall, I suppose I would fly Delta to Dubai again; although, I do miss my free Emirates Airline socks.

After an excruciatingly long queue for Passport Control, I raced to collect my bag, narrowly saving it from the "return bag to behind the carousel's wall" monster. I scanned the crowd that lined the exit towards ground transportation. Which driver had been sent to pick me up? None of the faces looked familiar until a waving arm caught my attention: Abhi!  My return to Dubai was starting much like my first trip. Only the hot, moist air stood between juxtaposing the two arrivals.

I was greeted by Bijou the waiter by name as I walked into the hotel. Huzzah! The new management kept almost all of the staff from when I was last here. At the end of February, there were strong rumors of the new management cleaning house at the beginning of March. It will be good to see all of them again. I checked in and was surprised to find that I would be staying in my old room, too.

The staff and room number may not have changed, but the room furnishings had! New furniture including two chairs and a side table sat to the side of the door. The TV was upgraded to a better flat screen, and I counted more English-speaking channels.

I opened the door to the bathroom. Yikes. The vent fan was left off, so a mass of stale air had accumulated. The temperature outside wasn't that bad; it was just odd for it to be so warm in the middle of the night.

George and his family arrive Friday, while Captain Scott is on holiday until Sunday. My first item of business is to get a haircut. We'll see if the deja vu continues...

Thursday, July 8, 2010

stick to the script

Over the last 48 hours, I have often reminded myself to stick to the script. You see, readers, since returning from Pawleys Island, South Carolina after the Fourth of July, the schedule on on the First Coast has been chock-o-block. While the circumstances that led to what some may call a hectic schedule are a touchy subject with at least one reader, it will suffice to say that time on the First Coast was more limited than I had anticipated.

But let's talk about what's been going on!

The parentals and I made the annual trek up to Pawleys Island, South Carolina on Friday, July 2. Pawleys, for the Google Maps challenged (though, do see below) is about 90 minutes north of Charleston, SC. The tiny barrier island is generally calm and peaceful until the summer months when residents escape and rent their beach homes to visitors. Pawleys is great for relaxing on the beach, resting on the porch swing, or floating down the "crick." (Creek, y'all.)



The Johnson Family is gracious to host us each year at their beach home, even though the place is packed with family. When we get there we become honorary members of the family, make ourselves at home, and dine on all of Mrs. Johnson's great food. The Fourth of July on Pawleys Island is a scene right out of the Music Man (mostly). The patriotism on Pawleys Island that weekend may have been the greatest concentration in the State of South Carolina. (After all, the island is only 0.7 square miles.)

We had a great time there (even if our trip up cut my time at home a bit shorter). The Griswolds returned to the compound late on Monday evening.

Okay. It isn't quite Harold Hill, but this parade had America written all over it.

The combination of getting back late on Monday coupled with leaving early on Friday meant that I had my work cut out for me if I wanted to see all of the people that were on the list. (There wasn't really a list... well, there wasn't a written list.) Starting Monday night I started making plans to cram as many people into the next 36 hours as I could. This is when sticking to the script became really important. My days were planned down to the quarter-hour, and tiny deviations could cause more disruptions than a heat wave in the Northeast. (Shout out to those readers who lost power over the last few days. The Hippie would want me to remind you of the benefits of home-installed solar panels.)

Tuesday was a busy day. I woke up around 7:30 am to make a 9:10 am dental appointment in Jacksonville. I promised Cindy at Huckins Yacht Corporation that I would stop by and update her on my work with Haida and the Webb semester. My time with Cindy was limited by an 11:45 am appointment at the Apple Store to drop off my PowerBook to send to Apple Depot for extended refurbishment. I kept eying my watch (iPhone) at the periodontist's office. They were running late by almost 30 minutes. Every minute that tic-tocked by meant less time to talk to Cindy.

When I finished with the appointment, I raced over to Huckins. It was great to see the yard and some of the remodeled offices. Huckins is a fantastic family company. They do great work, and they're designers and craftsmen you can trust. (/shameless plug)

Unfortunately, I started to deviate from the script... I arrived 15 minutes late to my Apple appointment. On arrival, the concierge told me that I probably would need to make a new appointment, but I explained the situation and the obvious time constraints. Success. I dropped off the PowerBook and continued back on schedule to my next destination: lunch with Mary Kraack.

There was a small side trip on the way to see Mary. Back in May while I was down in Houston for the Offshore Technology Conference, my iPhone 3G became an unwilling participant in an experiment with gravity. One cracked screen later, I mustered every ounce of self control and vowed to hold out on repairing or replacing the phone in anticipation of the iPhone 4's imminent release. Tuesday was the scheduled delivery date of my replacement iPhone, and I was checking the delivery status habitually. I stopped by the house to check on arrival and waited there for Mary to call back about lunch.

Mary got back with me around 3:00 pm, and we agreed to scrub the lunch plans so that I was able to keep my dinner plans with Kyle DuBose. In the meantime, the iPhone arrived, and I spent the next hour getting it setup. (Ok. The phone was up and running within minutes, but I had to take time to tinker with all the new features. -- If you're an iPhone 4 owner, let me know so that we can use FaceTime on our next call.)

Dinner with Kyle went according to the script. We met at Osaka, had a leisurely hibachi dinner, and caught up on the last year's worth of living. (Yup, it really had been that long.)

I made a house call to spend time with Nana before heading to the CCHS Theatre to catch up with MK. She's operating a spotlight for Cinderella (Ash Girl), and she seems to be enjoying it. After rehearsal, Mary, Paul, and I were delighted to be joined by Jeremy Douylliez, a recent graduate of Camden County High School and, basically, the coolest people in the theatre department. We talked about his new adventure at Piedmont College and life after Camden. Dinner with the Kraacks and Jeremy was refreshing, and I hope to be able to get the group together again.


Paul took this picture of Mary and I with the iPhone 4.

By this time, the script had run out -- 11:30 pm. I was tired, but a text message earlier in the day had alerted me that my 9:00 am Wednesday appointment with Troy was canceled. After some quick decision making, I decided to forgo a little sleep and go meet up with Troy. Three hours later, I was really tired, but the deviation was worth it!

Wednesday morning started slowly because of the late night. I did some laundry, and prepped the iPod for my ensuing 16 hours of flying. I managed to grab a quick lunch with Brad before heading down to the airport. Silly rules about checking in 90 minutes for international flights really shouldn't exit. (Yes, they probably should.) My time on the First Coast ended as I passed through security and on towards the gate.

My time at home was frenetic, and I think that this quick trip home really represented the epitome of my personality. When I look back over the last several days, there were so many great moments. The script didn't allow for not-so-great moments, and that's why I stuck to it.

Next stop: Dubai.

Friday, July 2, 2010

victory in newport

I pulled out of Newport, Rhode Island on a crisp Thursday morning after spending the last two days working with David Pedrick, a Webb alumnus from the Class of 1970 on the Haida project. One of my tasks this summer is to move the watertight bulkhead arrangement project along so that ABS can approve construction drawings, and Haida can be one step closer to satisfying the most stringent, modern rules and regulations. David and I spent time in February surveying Haida to determine the least obtrusive locations to install additional watertight bulkheads. For the non-naval architects in the readership, watertight bulkheads allow a vessel to be compartmentalized under the main deck to increase the survivability of the vessel in the event of a breach of the hull. Yes, it's the same concept that almost worked for the RMS Titanic. For compartmentalization to work, the entire compartment has to be watertight. In other words, water should not be able to spill over the top of one bulkhead into the next compartment. This past week we laid the proposed bulkheads over a general arrangement of the vessel to see how the bulkheads would affect crew and guest movement and piping and ducting runs. I will use these preliminary drawings in Sharjah to assess whether the proposed locations are the most convenient for ease of construction.

The buzz word this week has been "iterative," as in design is an iterative process. Iteration works well on paper and computer screens. In AutoCAD, mere key strokes and mouse movements can reposition the bulkhead in seconds. When one starts to iterate a design that has already been built, complications arise, particularly in ship design. On a ship, yacht, or even your neighbor's small fishing boat, each system interacts with all of the other systems. A minor change to one component will likely require a change on several other components in other systems. Again, iteration or design changes work well on paper. System changes in the real world can require removing existing systems to gain access to change the design. Do that over and over again for, say, ten years, and you can see why a solid design plan can make the difference between a quick refit and a long overhaul.

Newport offered many new experiences to me beyond working in David's office. On Lynn's recommendation, I had lobster quesadillas at the Red Parrot on South Thames Street. I toured the Newport Shipyard and saw a great collection of 12-m America's Cup boats. David was a principal member of the design team for several of the boats; he had a story for each boat we encountered. (The weather was overcast on the day that we looked at the 12-m boats; I'll take pictures when I return to Newport in early August.)

The Red Parrot


Of course, that same crisp Thursday morning that I was trying to make way for New York to fly home, the BMW Oracle racing team landed in Newport as part of the victory tour. Although the impressive catamaran wasn't in attendance, the fruit of BMW Oracle's hard fight was – the America's Cup trophy. The stately, silver cup stood atop a carbon fiber pedestal -- a true juxtaposition of the old world tradition and modern technology. After meeting a formidable “who’s who” from the sailing community, I loaded up the Jeep and raced back to Glen Cove to catch the train for my flight home.

The America's Cup


I’ll be home for five days before flying over to Dubai. Those five days will be my summer vacation, so I won’t be updating the blog during that time. Rest assured, we’ll have plenty to discuss once I get back to the Middle East. Enjoy the Fourth of July weekend!

Monday, February 22, 2010

Day 3: "and behind this pyramid..."


Let's get this out in the open now: I misspelled the name of one of the largest and oldest necropoli on my Egyptology midterm. There. From this day forward, you can "wake me up in the middle of the night," ask me to spell Saqqara, and I will respond with S-A-Q-Q-A-R-A. Thank you. We can now go fry bigger fish.

Our second day with Professor Brier and Pat started a wee bit earlier to accomodate the long drive out to Memphis, the oldest capital of Upper and Lower Egypt. Memphis is in the valley near the Saqqara and Dashur plateaus. Almost everything that remains of the city has been damaged by thousands of years of mud and water. The high water table that allowed Memphis to thrive now jeopardizes the integrity of the artifacts.

We visited the open air museum in Memphis to see the second largest sphinx and several Ramses colossi. The sun, still low on the horizon, provided excellent lighting for interesting pictures.

Ramses the Great (Ramses II) may not have built a pyramid, but he certainly erected his likeness everywhere.


This is the second largest sphinx known to Egyptologists. Extensive water damage has ruined the alabaster stone.


Here's a yummy mummy question: What is the name of this Egyptian god?


Calling all shoppers! Pat Remler, a fantastic art historian and Professor Brier's wife, guided the group to a roadside stand just outside of the museum. The Memphis-area has some of the best handicraft prices around Lower Egypt. Several people from the group, including my mother, purchased baskets.

I kept my distance from the shoppers, but there were "great deals."


Professor Brier and I were both in grief over the number of baskets that seemed to be making their way home with us. "Guys, if you keep buying stuff you're going to ruin my reputation... 'Oh, there's Professor Brier's shopping group...' "


The road between Memphis and Saqqara bisected several villages where the bus had to slow down. The villages were a nice change of pace from the chaos of Cairo and Giza. I was able to take several pictures as we drove along.

Camels, while not native to Egypt, have become ubiquitous in the Egypt iconography.


The greater Cairo area is home to more than 20 million people making it the 16th largest metropolitan area in the world. It is the 2nd largest in the Islamic world, following Jakarta.


These men are all awaiting carpool vans to commute into Cairo.


I don't know what this says in Arabic, but the banner got my attention. Any translators following the blog?


The bus picked up speed as Professor Brier reminded us that we had "bigger fish to fry."

We quickly arrived at the Saqqara necropolis. While the Great Pyramids and the Giza Plateau are embedded in Egypt's iconography, the Saqqara necropolis is much larger and spans more dynasties. We picked up an inspector for a special entrance into the Tomb of Unas.

We entered the causeway up to the Unas tomb. The pharoanic tombs usually had a causeway that joined the valley temple and mortuary temple. The Unas causeway is in surprisingly good condition.

Professor Brier points out a boat ala Ben Fisher. This carving appeared on the walls lining the causeway to the Pyramid of Unas and depicts the transportation of tall columns.


These sand-filled holes are the remnants of an ancient Egyptian game that the priests used to pass the time.


Michael, a Far Horizons tour member, reads out the hieroglyphs for the group. For an emergency room physician and software developer, he really knows his Egyptology.


The Tomb of Unas is one of those places that often is overlooked by travel guides and solo tourists. It sits in the shadow of Djoser's step pyramid concealed by several mastabas. Make no mistake. This tomb is very important for the history of Egypt and the world.

The Pyramid of Unas as seen today at the Saqqara necropolis.


Inside of this crumbling tomb, Professor Brier began to explain the evolution of the funeral ceremony. In the early dynasties, priests would cast spells over the body of the deceased to ensure its passage to the next life. As time progressed, the list of spells became longer and more complex. An innovation is preserved inside of Unas's tomb: the first known example of ancient religious texts. The walls of the burial chamber are carefully inscribed with the Pyramid Texts, the priests' spells to protect and guide Unas to the afterlife.

Photography is not permitted inside of the tomb, but today was an exception. The lighting is very poor, but you can clearly see the blue paint that still remains inside of the heiroglyphs. Stop and think. These are the oldest religious writings in the world.

Professor Brier points out one of the spells used to guide Unas west to the afterlife.


The walls of the antechamber and burial room were completely covered with spells. Professor Brier believes that the pyramid was finished in a hurry because not all of the carvings have the same craftsmanship.


After hiding our cameras and exiting the tomb, we walked towards the Step Pyramid complex. Along the way we passed several Egyptian Cadillacs.

Mohammed warned, "It may be free to ride the camel, but it's going to cost you to get off."


We descended down to Djoser's Great Court. Imhotep, the Step Pyramid's architect, originally designed a mastaba for King Djoser of Dynasty 3. When the mastaba was finished, Djoser was still kicking. Imhotep decided to embellish the mastaba by adding a second level. He widened the existing mastaba and continued upwards. Again, Djoser was drinking the right Koolaid and still hadn't died. Imhotep added a third level. a fourth level. a fifth level. a sixth level. Each new level required the preceeding levels to be widened. The result is the world's first pyramid.

This is it. The pyramid evolution starts here.


Imhotep has claim to another world's first: stone construction.

Notice the size and quality of the stones in contrast to the ones from the Giza Plateau. It's no wonder that the small, uneven stones caused structural problems for Imhotep.


As a result of building the world's first (take heed, Dubai), the structure was not very sound. Cedar beams were used to keep the walls from collapsing, and Uncle Zahi is directing an extensive restoration and soil management plan in order to preserve the Step Pyramid.

Uncle Zahi's restoration scaffolding obscured much of our view of the Step Pyramid.


Hey! These guys are cheating. Shouldn't they have to restore the Step Pyramid using ancient techniques...


"We've only scratched the surface, boys and girls."

We exited the Step Pyramid complex through the priests' hidden entrance, boarded the bus, and drove towards Dashur. From the Step Pyramid to the Great Pyramid there were less than 100 years. In fact, Egypt's pyramids can be placed on a 100-year timeline. Mind you, the pyramids are an Old Kingdom thing. Egyptian civilization did not evolve to pyramids over thousands of years. The pyramids are early in Egyptian history, and they came and went like a blip on the Egyptological timeline.

"I wonder if we'll see another pyramid?"

Yes, indeed! Dashur is home to the Bent and Red Pyramids of Snefru. While Snefru's son may have built the Great Pyramid, father still wins. During Snefru's reign not one but three pyramids were constructed for the pharoah. Whoa. Three pyramids? Snefru had terrible luck with his first two pyramids. His first pyramid in Meidum crumbled horrifically, leaving a tower-like mess.

His second attempt, the Bent Pyramid, will soon be opened to the public, as a letter from Uncle Zahi in the Egyptair magazine stated. The Bent Pyramid was another failure for the Snefru construction company. Remember, these are early pyramids, and construction techniques were no where near perfect. As the pyramid rose, a corner settled and the entire structure began to implode. In order to finish it, the angle was decreased. "So, Pharoah, it's almost like we planned this neat architectural design..." The Bent Pyramid is one of Professor Brier's favorites.

The Bent Pyramd's settling corner can be seen in the lower right of the picture.


"This way, boys and girls, I have a surprise for you."

Behind the Bent Pyramid is a small, crude pyramid that doesn't seem to have a purpose. "It may have been a trial for the Great Pyramid. I've been inside of it, and it has a miniature grand gallery." Professor Brier's previous tour inside of the small unknown pyramid took place before Houdin's theory was announced, so he didn't pay attention to the details about the miniature gallery. Could it be that this often overlooked pyramid could unlock the secret of its greater cousin? The entry was locked, so we'll have to wait for another day. Besides, Professor Brier had one final pyramid treat before we returned to Zamalek.

This unknown pyramid might just be a stack of leftover stones from the Bent Pyramid, but the miniature grand gallery might be a clue.


Our final stop at Dashur was Snefru's final resting place, the successful Red Pyramid. So named because of the red hue the stone assumes under the Egyptian sun, this pyramid is one of the most difficult to enter.

With the day nearing to an end, no one turned down the opportunity to climb into another pyramid with Professor Brier.


Mother carefully climbed the uneven stone stairs up to the entrance. The rest of the Far Horizons group can be seen behind her.


Once inside, you climb down 200 feet and then back up to enter an antechamber. From the antechamber you climb up a ladder to the burial chamber. At this point, you are inundated with the strong scent of ammonia. Even after many fumigations, the smell of bat guano clings tightly to the walls. Our pyramid treasure seekers began looking for stone patterns that suggested hidden rooms. No luck in the Red Pyramid... or was there?

Tomb robbers thought that there might be something under the sarcophagus and excavated below it. This picture gives you a great idea of the crude stones used to form the foundation.


All of this talk about secret rooms and different stone patterns had the Nancy Drews looking for hidden chambers. Even if we did find a room, I wouldn't tell you...


Our time with the Briers and the Far Horizons group had come to a close. Professor Brier awarded a Yummy Mummy to one of the Far Horizons travelers on our way back to Zamalek. I really enjoyed touring with the Far Horizons group, and I hope they enjoyed the rest of their time with Professor Brier and Pat. Anyone can go to Egypt. Anyone can tour Egypt. Only the Briers can show you Egypt like you've never seen before.

Professor Brier and his wife Pat have been leading tours through Egypt for Far Horizons for 30 years. They still find new and exciting things each time they make the trip.

Day 2: i'm sailing away with khufu


(A warning for my dear classmate, Benjamin Fisher: This post will discuss a certain solar boat museum. There will even be pictures. Please take this opportunity to prepare yourself appropriately.)

What happens when you combine six new friends, two great guides, renowned Egyptologist Dr. Bob Brier, and art historian Patricia Remler? Two fantastic days exploring ancient Egypt! After venturing to the Egyptian Museum the previous day on our own, it was really nice to have not one but three real guides to show us around the Giza Plateau.

Mother and I met the Briers and Mohommed, the local tour guide, early Tuesday morning at the Marriott in Zamalek. We were soon introduced to the six other travelers touring with Far Horizons, a US-based tour company that specializes archeological and educational tours. Mother and I were very fortunate to tag along with the group during their time in Cairo. The Far Horizons group started their tour with us on Tuesday but continued on to Upper Egypt (southern Egypt) later in the week. Enough about Far Horizons. "We have bigger fish to fry."

We boarded our bus and trekked out to the necropolis. No combination of lectures, textbooks, and photographs could prepare one for seeing the Great Pyramid in person. I'm really hesistant to even try to describe it, because I cannot do justice to Khufu's (Cheops, if you must be Greek) great monument.

The Great Pyramid on the Giza Plateau

Rather than bore you with facts that you could just as easily Google, I'll try to share some of the lesser known trivia that Professor Brier imparted on the group. (There may even be a Yummy Mummy question or two.)

Several years ago, Jean-Pierre Houdin, a French architect obsessed with unraveling the mystery of the Great Pyramid, emailed Professor Brier with a riveting new theory about how the ancient Egyptians built Khufu's final resting place. You may be aware of the existing theories: a long, single ramp built to the top, a ramp that wound around the sides, and use of minature cranes to lift the massive 3-ton blocks. These ideas can sound realistic at first, but we can say with some level of certainty that these concepts just would not work. Jean-Pierre has been inspired by his father to explore a new idea. He wagers that the Egyptians used an internal ramp that wound its way up through the pyramid. The ramp would have been integrated into the construction of each level. If the Great Pyramid was constructed with an internal ramp, it would still be there today.

Several pieces of circumstantial evidence support Houdin's theory. This picture shows a notch in the northeast corner of the pyramid where the white limestone casing stones have been removed. Professor Brier climbed to this notch with a cameraman during the filming of a National Geographic documentary on Houdin's theory. Professor Brier found a large room concealed behind the notch. Professor Brier is still awaiting permission from the Supreme Council of Antiquities to perform non-destructive infared imaging scans to the Great Pyramid to confirm Houdin's obession.

The notch that gives Jean-Pierre fuel to keep theorizing.

After walking around the base of the Great Pyramid, we continued to the Solar Boat Museum. We donned special shoe covers to keep dust out of the exhibit and followed Professor Brier into the gallery. Can you believe that the mooring lines are still intact? There's even a section of the reed-mat roof on display. The discovery of Khufu's boat was a happy accident, as is typically the case with archeological discoveries. Archeologists were excavating the base of the wall around the Great Pyramid and noted that the square-shaped wall jutted out at a point on the south side.

Braided rope that was found in the pit with Khufu's boat.


We aren't certain, but most Egyptologists believe that this reed mat was part of the roof covering.


After years of careful restoration, Dr. Zahi Hawass (henceforth, Uncle Zahi) opened "Cheop's Boat Museum." The museum was built over the pit where the pieces of the boat were found. Interestingly, the museum's storeroom contains the "leftover" pieces from the pit. I don't know about you, but my LEGO days tell me that leftover pieces tend to mean that something isn't quite right. Regardless, the boat is displayed in a large sunlit gallery with three viewing tiers that wrap around the entire vessel.

The actual pit where the boat pieces were found.


For more information about Khufu's solar boat, you can go here or contact Benjamin Fisher, Webb '11, who completed a term paper on the funerary barge. One more Webb connection: Professor Brier oversaw a thesis project's resistance test of a scale model back in 1995. The wooden oars that you see tied to the boat do not have enough surface area to provide adequate propulsion. Egyptologists (and naval architects) agree that the boat was probably ceremonial at best and possibly towed across the Nile when the pharoah died.

Cheop's Solar Boat -- a ceremonial barge that ferried him to the afterlife.


These wooden battens are mooring spikes.




"We've got bigger fish to fry"

Our next stop on the Plateau was the slightly shorter pyramid of Khufu's son, Khafre. This pyramid can be recognized by the limestone casing stones that remain, ever precariously, at the top of the pyramid. Most of the ancient monuments have had their casing stones "recycled" in slightly less ancient mosques and palaces.

Khafre's pyramid has been robbed of almost all of its gleaming white limestone casing stones.


One of the Far Horizons tour members asked if Egyptologists knew where any of the limestone quarries were located. Professor Brier responded by leading us toward Menkaure's pyramid. Just north of the base of the pyramid, there is a field with square stumps of limestone. This quarry produced the lesser quality limestone that when into building the interior of the pyramids. Ramses-era heiroglyphs identify the quarry's overseer and his successor.

This quarry produced low-grade filler limestone for the Giza Plateau.


Professor Brier demonstrates how the Egyptian work gangs would have cut the limestone.


We trekked to the stop of a bluff for a photo op.

I don't usually go for staged pictures, but this one isn't too bad.


Professor Brier denies any type of eureka moment when he discovered the hidden room in the notch. A Napoleonic "N" on a wall in the room denoted that he wasn't the first person there. The rest of the group was amazed by Professor Brier's nonchalant reaction.


The day wasn't over yet! After a great lunch, we returned to the necropolis for a special tour inside of the Great Pyramid. The pyramid is open to the public; for 100 LE you can climb up, then down, then back up again to the Grand Gallery and the Burial Chamber. With Professor Brier at your side, you can also get the Inspector to open the Queen's Burial Chamber and clear out all of the other tourists. By now, you've already wiki'd the Great Pyramid, so you know that the Queen's Burial Chamber was the second chamber built for Khufu in case he died before the chamber at the top of the Grand Gallery was completed. Despite being called the "Queen's Burial Chamber," no one was ever placed in the chamber. (Actually, the very small pyramids of several queens can be found just a stone's throw from the Great Pyramid.)

The experience we had inside of the Great Pyramid cannot be described. Photography was not allowed, so I can't even show you the amazing carvings, corbelling, and architecture.

After crawling back out of the pyramid and returning to fresh air, we found that the Tourist Police had cleared the plateau. We were alone with the Great Pyramid. As we quietly walked back to the bus, I stared back at Khufu's monument as the sun set in the distance. For 20 years, a 3-ton stone was placed every five minutes by a work gang of 10 men. These men were at the heart of something truly wonderous, and I cannot help but think that I or anyone I know will ever be involved in something that can compare with the Great Pyramid.

Man fears time, but Time fears the Sphinx.