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PAPYRUS — BEFORE WE WRITE ON IT
WHEN WE HEAR SOMEBODY MENTION ANCIENT SCROLLS THE FIRST THING THAT TO COME TO MIND IS THE GOLD TONED PAPYRUS – THE FIRST PAPER – FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD – THAT WAS USED TO RECORD HISTORY. BUT HOW DOES IT LOOK … Continue reading
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PAPYRUS – NOT A THING OF THE PAST – IT IS STILL MADE TODAY
When I stayed at the New Memnon Hotel, on the West Bank of the Nile near Luxor, I found out that the owner of the hotel, Sayed is also the owner of the NEFERTARY PAPYRUS INSTITUTE where still today papyrus is made. Papyrus, is … Continue reading
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EGYPT GROWING BANANAS!
“Would you like to see the Banana Island?” Badawi asked after I had finished my tea, and he had done the dishes in the Nile. Wondering what else he had in store for me, and where there could be an island … Continue reading
GIZA AND THE PERFUME PALACE
Giza brings up images of the Pyramids – and yes, that is why the world goes to Giza. But there is a treasure, especially for women, which after the visit to the Pyramids, no one should miss. It is the … Continue reading