Loud and Proud Americans. A generalisation that goes many miles, as already seen in Istanbul (The Jube on the Bus).
We are at Edfu Temple between Aswan and Luxor, a double temple built in the Greco-Roman dynasty around the birth of Christ. One wing is devoted to Horus, the Falcon-headed god of the sky (and the patron god) and the other to Sobek, the Nile Crocodile God. This place is huge, but above all ancient.
Our tour guide Sherif explains all of the heiroglyphs, statues, calendars and even a Nile-ometer that was used for taxes.
One particular heiroglyph depicts an ancient Egyptian medic administering herbal medicine to a king.
"Make sure you get a photo of that" says Sherif, "it is one of the few incriptions showing medical treatment in Ancient Egypt".
"WHERE'S THE STETH-O-SCOPE?!"
A big American woman sidles up to the same wall.
"HE TOLD US THERE WAS A STETH-O-SCOPE. I CANNOT SEE A STETH-O-SCOPE"
Eveyone in our tourgroup looks at one another. A stethoscope in ancient times? Come the fuck on. Sherif, is this true? Hahaha, no.
The big American woman sidles away, dissapointed and no more educated than when she turned up.
We take a fgew more photos and chat to Sherif.
From a distance...
"I COULD NOT FIND THE STETH-O-SCOPE"
For godsakes, shut the fuck up!
