Remember that one time I almost died in Egypt chasing a Nile crocodile?
Yup, it happened!! But without photos you wouldn’t know that, right?
About 2 years ago I lost all of my hard drive images of about a decade’s worth of travel. I spent almost $3,000 trying to recover them, to no avail. It was devastating. But, then I remembered that to have the printed photos I had to have sent them to a printer somewhere. (Enter the power of CostcoPhoto) I did!
It’s been 10 years since I visited Egypt, but now I can share with you my ADVENTURE of almost dying. I’d also like to make this a PSA about being aware of your surroundings and having some cultural awareness.
A friend and I were on a 10 day guided tour of Egypt. I ONLY recommend going to Egypt if you are traveling with a group. We went with Gate1, and I loved it. But, might I also suggest Adventures By Disney ( let me know if you are interestedand I can give you information). Egypt was not on MY list, but when my friend suggested it…I couldn’t say no.
We were in a group of about 20 people. Many were couples in their mid 50’s-late 60’s. There was also a very sweet family of 4, that made me hope that one day I too would have a family to take all over the world. We were the only two 20-something friends just out for an adventure in Egypt. I’d like to say I was young and naive, but I was old enough and had experienced the world enough to know that some of my actions on this trip were less than “thoughtful”. One small example was when we were trying to cross a busy Cairo street HOPING that traffic would just stop for us. (Ya, not so much. There is something unique about American travelers, but that’s a post for another day.)
We were touring along one day in our (slightly) air-conditioned bus when we began noticing military men lining the streets along our path. Initially our guide didn’t know what was happening, but he soon recalled, while discussing with the driver that the President was in the area rededicating a new and improved powerplant on the Aswan Dam. It truly was a sight to behold. As we got closer to the dam we saw more military men and large convoy vehicles blocking the way. At one point I believe our driver had to talk to someone so that we could even be let through to go to the dam. I didn’t pay much attention. I was just baffled by the amount of militia, and the Nile River that I was beholding, THEN…..our driver told us to take a look out the right window. There was a crocodile right at the edge of the dam. Apparently, this was good luck to see. The crocodiles tend to stay away from the dam, and to see one was very lucky. Lucky indeed! I’m sure he was there to see what was going on too. So many people just standing around…to him, it looked like snack time.
The bus continued on a little further and we stopped. We stopped so that we could admire the dam and take some beautiful photos. (You’ll be able to see mine below.) Well, my friend and I decided that it would be WAY MORE cool to take a picture of this DAM CROCODILE. We were both teachers and wanted to share this “lucky” moment with our students. The only problem (in our minds) was that this crocodile was about a quarter of a mile back. We both were runners though and decided that we could hurry on over without being detected, take the picture, and be back before the group had finished taking their dam pictures.
Logically, this might have worked but remember that this was a special day at the dam and the streets were lined with military men, and convoy vehicles?! And let me add one other minor detail…these military men were armed (with long guns). When we formulated our plan to hop off the bus, not tell anyone, and run in the opposite direction of the group we were not thinking of any of these things. We were teachers on a mission to get a cool picture of a lucky crocodile.
Well, everything began happening very quickly…..not because we were running so fast, but because our lives were quite possibly flashing before our eyes. There was a lot of yelling in Arabic, men coming at us, people screaming, guns pointing at us, and our tour guide shaking his head “no”. Yup, we were moments from being labeled TERRORISTS and not returning home alive. But then our angel bus driver explained in Arabic that we were “stupid Americans with a group” to which the men withdrew their guns and walked us back to our group on the sidewalk of the Aswan dam. Our driver ensured we were okay, then we posed (jokingly)angrily in front of the dam because we didn’t get any good shots of the crocodile, and we got back on the bus.
Once we were on the bus was when things kind of set in about the reality of what had just happened. We found out that our guide had disowned us for fear of what may happen to him. He also seemed to try to “make it up” to us for the duration of the trip. I realized how grateful I was for our bus driver, and how I would wear my “stupid American” badge as a sign that I was alive. He was only our driver for the rest of that day, but he was just what we needed. The most interesting thing was that this situation seemed more horrific when I came home and gave my mom the play by play. Repeating it in full detail really brought to light the lack of “thoughtfulness” I had on that adventure. It made me take stock in how I perceive the world, and how it’s so extremely important that when you travel somewhere new you respect the culture, and always be aware of WHAT is happening around you. Egypt is a beautiful place, and maybe one day I’ll want to go back again. But for now, we should probably still stay away from each other and just be thankful that we have found each other through photos again.



