Almost as far back as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated by Ancient Egypt. I remember wandering the British Museum with my mum and brother, as an enthusiastic Egyptologist told us about hieroglyphics. Even today, whenever I’m in Paris I make a beeline for the Egyptology wing of the Louvre rather than fighting the crowds around the Mona Lisa.
Unsurprisingly, my first travel outside Europe was a tour of Egypt, sailing along the Nile in a felucca visiting a string of ancient temples and tombs, discovering the step pyramids at Saqqara and the great pyramids, as impressive in reality as I’d hoped.
I also rode a camel and tried my first scuba dive, as we finished our trip at the Red Sea. Since then, I’ve been back to the Sinai peninsula to explore the desert and head underwater again – and whenever I remember the trips, I wonder why I haven’t been back since.
Because my daughter isn’t much younger now than when those mummies first sparked my interest. Continue reading