Ripples Following Ripples ~ THE
SMILE OF THE SPHINX
Disembarking
at Nuweiba, I went with everyone else to the pyra-mid-shaped
Immigration office. Most people already had visas
for Egypt, but since the guide-book said visas could
be obtained upon entry, I lined up to pay the $15
fee and waited for my pass-port to be endorsed. I
was in Egypt, the Land of the Pharaohs. Strange how
I’d never been there before, but my route as
a youth had taken me to India and back by the shortest
way; it was India that attracted me in those days;
it still does.
Formalities complete, I headed for the bus-station
nearby. People from the ferry were going in different
directions; many went south to the resorts of the
Red Sea, like Dahab or Sharm El Sheik;
only a few took the next-available bus to Cairo. I
was one of them, and for the 6-hours’ drive
through the Sinai Desert, I sat next to a young Japanese
guy who’d traveled alone through China, Tibet,
Nepal, India, Pakistan, Iran, Turkey, Syria and Jordan,
and who intended to fly from Egypt to Greece, then
go to Italy, France, Spain and Portugal, and from
there return to Japan. We had quite a lot to talk
about. There was also a young Korean who had made
much the same journey.
After a break along the way for food and rest, we
passed through the tunnel under the Suez Canal, and
an hour or so later came into the suburbs of Cairo;
it was about 10 pm. The Japanese and Korean guys and
I had decided to go to a hotel recommended in the
guide-book. We got a taxi (surprisingly-cheap in Egypt)
and were driven recklessly to the Sun Hotel,
where we were lucky to get rooms, as it is a popular
budget-hotel that’s usually full. The taxi-driver
accompanied us into the hotel where no doubt he got
a commission for bringing us in; that’s the
way it works there.
As I intended to spend a few days in Cairo, I didn’t
rush around seeing everything as soon as possible;
the next day I spent get-ting the feel of it, and
went first to see the Nile, which had allowed the
brilliant ancient Egyptian civilization to flourish;
I crossed and re-crossed one of the bridges that connect
both banks, pondering how a river like this is “the
same yet not the same” as it flows ceaselessly
towards the sea. Afterwards, I went to the famous
Al-Azhar, which is not only one of Cairo’s
earliest mosques but one of the world’s oldest
universities; students are no longer taught here,
however, but in a number of its campuses all over
the country. The souks (markets; bazaars)
that surround it are also fascinating. Cairo is one
of the largest cities in the world (with a population
of about 12 million), and chaotic with it; in spite
of this, however, I quite enjoyed it. Cairenes
sleep late and consequently rise late, so my early-morning
walks were relatively quiet, and, being the world-wanderer
I’ve been for many years, it didn’t take
me long to find my way around; I had some good long
walks in Cairo, and never felt other than safe there,
even alone.
The morning of the second day I went to the marvelous
Egyptian Museum, which houses ~ among countless other
treasures ~ the contents of Tutankhamun’s tomb;
these cause everyone to slow down and gaze in fascination.
Three hours in the museum was all I could stand at
one time, however, because of the tour-groups shepherded
around by their guides. Feeling claustrophobic and
gasping for air, I left the portals of that incredible
place. It was nice to get outside!
The next day, I took a water-taxi down the Nile to
Old Cairo in-stead of walking, and wandered around
there again. I climbed the spiral steps of one of
the minarets of an old mosque; obviously, no-one had
done this for years, as the stairs were deep with
the droppings of pigeons and bats. Luckily, I’d
brought a flashlight, otherwise I’d have had
to grope my way up and down in the dark. For this
particular mosque there was no entrance-fee, but the
at-tendant demanded baksheesh (tip, or gift); I gave
him something, or I wouldn’t have been able
to ascend the minaret, but not as much as he demanded.
Baksheesh is a word one encounters all over the Middle
East and in India; it goes against the grain for most
Westerners to comply with this custom, but to refuse
often results in foot-dragging and mutterings that
can only mean some-thing unpleasant. If curses could
kill, I would not be alive now to write this. The
words “My friend” were so common
that I soon came to see they have about as much meaning
as they would from a parrot! A friend is a treasure
that is not easily come by; I do not apply this word
to complete strangers.
Tourism is Egypt’s main source of income and
many Egyptians think of foreigners as sheep with golden-fleece
to be shorn; they come up with so many scams to cheat
one, and it becomes tiring. Come to think of it, to
cheat people requires a certain disdain for them ~
one might almost say hatred ~ because fellow-feeling
wouldn’t allow a person to cheat another. A
cheat knows what he is doing; he must look at the
person before him and decide how much to overcharge.
But would he like the same thing done to him? It’s
not difficult to understand this, so how come there
are so many cheats in the world ~ cheats who call
themselves Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, Christians,
etc.? No religion encourages or condones cheating
or stealing.
Next to the mosque of the pigeon-droppings was a larger
and more-ornate one, a screened-off portion of which
contains the tomb of the late Shah of Iran. The Shah
had fled Iran in ’79, but was hounded all over
the world until his health gave out and he died of
cancer. I had not known where he was buried until
then. Egypt had refused to be intimidated by his arch-enemy,
the Aya-tollah, and had allowed his body to be buried
there. What a re-splendent resting-place! His wife
~ I was told ~ had spared no expense on it, and thus,
indirectly, the people of Iran had footed the bill.
It was a hall of multicolored marble and granite,
with a carved and painted ceiling.
Passing on, I went through the Street of the Tentmakers,
where old men sit throughout the day hand-stitching
beautiful cushion-covers and wall-hangings known as
appliqué work. As elsewhere, you must
haggle for their wares; it is an expected ritual,
and you soon learn that the initial asking-price is
often two or three times what they can be bought for.
This is time-consuming, of course, and you can’t
be overly-sensitive, otherwise you will be ripped-off.
You cannot wander around the streets without being
accosted by people trying to sell things like carpets,
paintings on papyrus, and all kinds of other tourist-stuff.
Of course, it is normal for visitors to buy souvenirs
of their trip, and there are many lovely things for
sale ~ things unique to each country or region. In
Egypt, there is no shortage of such things, cheap
by Western standards, but you must remember that you
are not in the West, and that by paying too-high prices,
it causes prices for the locals to rise, too. I sent
postcards to many people from Egypt; it didn’t
take me long to learn that postcards do not ~ or should
not ~ cost 50 piastres (about 13 cents) each,
but can be bought for five per Egyptian pound [E£]
(26 cents). When the vendors realize that you know
their prices, they sell to you next time without argument.
On my third morning in Cairo, I crossed the Nile to
see what, to people the world over, epitomizes Egypt:
The Pyramids. I went early, so as to view them at
sunrise, and was awed to watch them emerge from the
mists of dawn. They are stupendous, like moun-tains,
and you can’t get an idea of their size from
pictures; you wonder ~ as countless others have wondered
over the past 4,500 years ~ how and why they were
built. They have been vandalized over the centuries
and don’t look as they did when they were first
built; one sultan even had the idea of demolishing
them alto-gether, and using the stones for building-material,
but fortunately, the task proved too much for him.
Of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, they are
the sole survivor.
Although I was one of the first there, I didn’t
remain so for long. It soon gets hot here, and needless
to say, there is no shade. Ex-cept for smiling back,
the Sphinx didn’t respond to my greeting, so
I left it to its perpetual musings. Suddenly, I was
surrounded by camels whose riders pestered me to ride
one of their mounts. They are persistent in this,
and in asking where you are from. They know a smattering
of many languages ~ English, French, German, Italian,
Spanish, Japanese and even Russian now! ~ but were
somewhat confused when I lied and told them I was
from Vietnam and didn’t speak English! (This
tactic worked quite well in other places when I wanted
to get people off my back).
I wished to go inside the Pyramid of Cheops,
but the daily quota was already full, so I had to
settle for the smallest of the three, that of Menkaure.
You have to stoop in the low tunnel to descend into
the burial-chamber and the air is stifling, and because
there is little to see inside ~ no treasures, mummies,
sarcophagi or paintings ~ few people spend more than
a few minutes there.
Before I left Cairo, I checked several travel-agencies
for flights to Istanbul, ready for when I would leave
Egypt. I was thus able to compare prices, and found
Fayed Travel the cheapest, at E£855.
I resolved to get my ticket there upon my return to
Cairo. I then took a bus to Suez, to see the great
Canal. I sat and watched huge ships sail past in convoy,
at intervals of fifteen minutes. There is one-way
traffic only, times being set for ships going south
alternating with those going north. The Canal was
built at great cost in lives as well as money, and
earns, I was told, about $10 million dollars per day
for Egypt ~ a lot of money to spend on armaments.
During the Six Day War in 1967, a number of ships
were sunk there, effectively blocking it for everyone
until the wrecks were salvaged some years later. It
is a marvelous piece of engineering, brought about
by men of vision.
A ten-hour bus-ride took me from Suez along the desert-coast
of the Red Sea where almost nothing grows, to Luxor,
capital of both Upper and Lower Egypt after the collapse
of Memphis, near the Pyramids. Upon arrival, the bus
was assailed by taxi-drivers and hotel-touts, vying
for passengers, something else I’m used to;
I haggled for a suitable price. Because it has an
international airport, Luxor is an even more popular
destination than Cairo and swarms with tourists. To
accommodate those who don’t come by cruise-ship,
there are far more than enough hotels of all ranges,
and rates are half those of Cairo. Electricity is
cheap because of the amount generated by the Aswan
High Dam upstream, so air-conditioning is offered
as an added inducement, and in the sum-mer this is
very attractive.
Luxor has no pyramids; the Age of the Pyramids had
passed by the time Luxor became the capital of a united
Egypt. Instead, it has other things of wonder. During
my 4-day stay there, I visited the Great Temple at
Karnak, the Mummification Museum, the Temple
at Luxor itself, and the Valleys of the Kings and
Queens across the river. The temples are immense,
and from the state they are in now we can imagine
how stunning they looked in their prime when they
were painted, inside and out, in brilliant colors;
some faded colors still remain, clinging to walls,
ceilings, columns and obelisks. One distinctive motif
carved in bas-relief in these and other temples, shows
Ramses II ~ the greatest pharaoh in Egyptian
history ~ holding a mace over a group of cowering
cap-tives whom he grasps by their hair.
The faces of the statues and bas-reliefs are calm
and impas-sive. Sadly, throughout Egypt it is rare
to come across a statue that hasn’t been vandalized;
most of them are missing at least their noses, and
many much more. The destruction was perpe-trated by
the early Christians ~ known, until today, as Copts,
from which the name Egypt is derived; there are still
many Coptic Chris-tians in Egypt ~ followed by the
Muslims. They abhorred statues and images. (Muslims
still do, regarding ‘idol-worship’ as
a great sin, yet what is it when they make the pilgrimage
to Mecca and kiss the meteorite set into the side
of the Kaaba? That stone has no religious or symbolic
significance at all; they do it without understanding,
just because Mohammed is supposed to have kissed it,
though why he did so, no-one knows!) Ignorance and
misunderstanding give rise to fear, which in turn,
produces hatred.
The Mummification Museum was a bit disappointing as
it had few exhibits, nor was there a detailed explanation
of the process of mummification. The Museum in Cairo
spoils you for anything else of this nature, but because
many people fly directly to Luxor, missing Cairo and
other places, this place has some value.
Across the river, on the west bank, were numerous
mortuary temples, where the dead were prepared for
burial. Most of them are just piles of rubble now,
their stones having been hauled away and used for
other purposes over the thirty-and-more centuries
since. After the lengthy embalming-process, the mummies
were taken in procession to the tombs in the hills
behind. We have no record of the ceremonies performed
for them, but we can imagine they would have been
extremely elaborate and long. The tombs were cut deeply
into the rock, and their entrances covered to conceal
them once the funerals were over. The rulers and nobles
of ancient Egypt spent years and fortunes to build
tombs before their deaths, so preoccupied were they
with the afterlife. Lesser persons built
according to their means. Their religion, unique as
it was, had an influence upon later religions in the
Mediterranean region. As far as we know, Monotheism
~ the concept of One God ~ originated in Egypt, which
is where the Hebrews got it from. And the name Moses
is Egyptian, not Hebrew; note the similarity between
Ramses and Moses.
Tomb-robbers were more down-to-earth, and concerned
with the wealth of this life. Most of the
tombs were found and plundered soon after being sealed,
but some may still remain concealed and untouched.
Archaeological digging continues, more methodically
than ever before, using the tools of modern science.
The main sites of the tombs are known as the Valleys
of the Kings and Queens. I joined a tour to visit
some of these ~ there are many, probably hundreds
~ because to do it on one’s own would be inconvenient
and take too long. We went to the Valley of the Queens
first and into several tombs there, being allowed
a few minutes in each, but as it was hot and humid
inside, this was long enough for everyone. The shafts
leading down to the burial chambers are quite long,
and the tombs are covered throughout with frescoes
depicting people in scenes from daily life, gods and
goddesses, birds and animals. There are also passages
from the various holy books written in hieroglyphs.
For the most part, these frescoes are well-preserved
and the colors still bright.
The Valley of the Kings contains tombs more stupendous
still, because, after all, they were men, and throughout
history, men have regarded themselves as superior
to women, and women have accepted it. This is why
the magnificent temple-tomb of Hatshepsut
~ the only woman to rule Egypt as Pharoah ~ was desecrated
and vandalized by her bitter and jealous successor,
Tuthmosis III. How dare a woman build for
herself such a tomb!
The most-famous of the tombs here, of course, is that
of Tutank-hamun, which was discovered, with
the king’s mummy and its treasures intact, in
1922, but it is not the most-resplendent. Apart from
the royal sarcophagus, which remains there, its treasures,
as mentioned earlier, are in the Cairo Museum ~ luckily
for me, as I refused to pay the extra hefty entrance-fee
for the tomb itself. Most of the tombs open to the
public are empty, so one can see only the walls and
ceilings. Some frescoes here depict rows of headless
figures who appear to be running in panic; there were
also figures hanging upside down, like animals in
a slaughter-house. These, our guide explained to us,
were people who didn’t believe in the Afterlife.
Ah, I thought, did it begin here, the use of fear
to inculcate belief and make people conform? “This
is what will happen if you do not believe as we do,”
they might have been told. Religion has always been
used as a political tool. The priests and rulers worked
hand-in-hand, and were sometimes one-and-the-same.
And thousands of years later, there is still no consensus
over ‘the Afterlife’.
The railway-station at Luxor has a Tourist Office,
where I had an interesting discussion with the man-in-charge.
He asked me my profession and I told him “Teacher”.
“What do you teach?” he then asked.
To make things simple, I replied: “Philosophy”.
“Oh, that’s terrible!” he said.
“Why do you say that?” I asked him.
“Because you have to think so much!”
“Well, what’s the use of having a brain
if you don’t use it?” I told him that
everyone has a philosophy, even a thief, who thinks
it is good when he’s stealing other people’s
property, but who proba-bly wouldn’t be very
happy to come home and find that someone had stolen
his stuff. His philosophy doesn’t extend very
far, nor help him to deal with the changes of life.
Although he didn’t say so, I think the tourist-officer
was a Coptic Christian, as he asked if I believed
in God. I replied: “In order to answer that
question, you must first tell me what is God, other-wise
we may be talking about different things”.
“The Creator of the Universe,” he said.
“That is very vague,” I said, “and
it raises the old but simple question that even children
ask but which not even the wisest can answer: ‘Which
came first: the chicken or the egg?’ Could you
be more specific?”
Not replying to this, he asked if I believed God parted
the Red Sea to allow the Israelites to escape from
Egypt, and that he made the sun stand still in the
sky until the Israelites had won a battle with the
Amalakites and destroyed them?
“Come on, those are fairy-tales, not to be taken
seriously," I said. “We are better-educated
now than people long ago ~ though not necessarily
more intelligent ~ and shouldn’t believe everything
that has come down to us from the past. Those ‘events’
you just mentioned are simply impossible. Had the
Red Sea parted, the Egyptians would have recorded
it somewhere ~ after all, it wasn’t something
that happened regularly, like the annual flooding
of the Nile ~ and so far, no record of this has been
discovered.
“The Egyptians believed that the Earth was the
center of the Uni-verse, and that the Sun was rolled
around the sky by a gigantic dung-beetle (scarab);
we now know otherwise. We cannot see the Earth spinning
while we are on it, of course, but if the Sun had
‘stood still in the sky,’ it would have
meant that the Earth had stopped spinning, and if
that had happened, there would have been a tremendous
jolt and the waters of the seas would have sloshed
all over the place, obliterating all buildings, forests
and living things on the land, and the Earth would
have gone out of orbit. Clearly, this never happened.”
He couldn’t argue. I went on to explain to him
the difference be-tween Belief and Faith, and said
that most people believe; few really have faith. I
don’t know if he was convinced, but we parted
friends.
Not only have we inherited tremendous
good
And benefited immensely from the past,
But this is where Belief, Ignorance,
Bigotry and Prejudice came from.
We have not deliberately chosen them,
You and I, but have just
Accepted them without question,
And become their victims.
Were we to investigate,
We would probably see them
For what they are ~
Baseless relics of a past lost in time ~
And watch them turn to dust
Like mummies’ shrouds.
It behooves us to use our brains,
To determine what should
And what should not be retained.
It is easy to see that we have benefited immensely
from the past, for this is where almost all we have
and are came from. To coun-teract the tendency to
become proud and think we have achieved things by
our own efforts, we should ponder on this; in reality,
we do nothing by ourselves; whatever we achieve and
accomplish we do only because of the help and support
of countless other people and things. Contemplating
this brings us down to earth and permits us to go
forward with humility.
But good things in abundance are not the only things
we get from the past; it is from the past, too, that
our ignorance, conditioning, beliefs, and misunderstanding
come, and most of us are unaware of this, just as
the fish is unaware of the water it swims in. we did
not choose or want these things; they became ours
by default. We are not responsible, to praise or blame
for the situation we find ourselves in; no-one is;
it is just the outcome of countless causes conspiring
to produce whatever comes, and only when and if we
can understand this shall we be able to bring any
sense of direction into our lives. The present is
ours, to make of what we will; the future is not fixed.
“Most of the good things
that have happened to people throughout history are
due to the good works of others. Thanking God for
the good deeds of people is wholly unfair and inconsiderate.
On the other hand, holding God responsible for tornadoes,
hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, floods and other ‘Acts
of God’ is ignorant and nonsensical.”
(Clyde Davis).
Once, noticing I had no companions with me, someone
asked if I were traveling alone: I had an insight,
and replied: “No, of course not. Wherever I
go, so many people go with me; it is impossible to
be alone. You cannot see them, but I
can. If I look at my clothes or through my bags, I
see people who gave me this or that; in fact, I live
as I do only because of the support of others. My
life is full of people”. And it’s true.
Whatever I have, whatever I use, has all come from
others; they are not mine alone. When-ever I think
of this, I feel grateful, and smile to myself. Because
we are more mental beings than physical, we experience
every-thing by our minds; our friends, therefore,
are never far away; we have only to think of them
in order to be with them.
I‘m not always mindful of this, however, and
so ~ like most other people, I guess ~ at times I
feel lonely. It would be good to have a companion
with me to share my thoughts and experiences, but
it seems I must travel alone. However, this side of
Enlightenment, we are all subject to changing moods,
so it’s not surprising to feel lonely. Alone,
we have to come to terms with things like this, and
try to face whatever comes up ~ both from outside
and inside ~ with courage. It cannot be said often
enough that understanding something of Impermanence
helps tremendously. Every day is a new day, and we
can’t possibly imagine, when we wake up in the
morning, what lies ahead of us. We should treat life
as an adven-ture, instead of always trying to pin
it down and control it.
From Luxor, I went to Aswan, further upriver.
This is a good place for a rest, and I spent four
days here, too, wandering around the bazaar and visiting
some of the famous places in and around the city,
like the tombs on the other side of the river, the
Aswan High Dam and the temple of Philae.
This was completely dismantled, removed and reconstructed
on an island in Lake Nasser created by the
construction of the Dam in the 1960s. The ferrymen
there are avaricious, knowing there is no other way
to get to the island except through them, but the
temple is worth seeing.
About 300 kms from Aswan and almost on the border
with Sudan lie the most beautiful and imposing
constructions of Ramses II: the rock-cut temples of
Abu Simbel. These, too, were saved from submergence
under the lake by a massive international effort,
which successfully reassembled ~ exactly as they had
been ~ the temples on higher ground. Four immense
images of Ramses ~ three quite intact ~ sit outside
the main temple, which was built to face the sun,
so that the images in the inner sanctum, 65 meters
from the portal, are illuminated by the rising-sun’s
rays several times a year. Because of murderous attacks
on tourists a few years ago by fundamentalist Muslims,
however, the road to Abu Simbel is closed to foreigners
now, but I suspect this is just a ploy to extract
more $$’s from tourists, as the only way left
for them to see the marvelous temples is to fly in
and out, at a cost of almost $100. Few can resist
the trip, having come this far, and the two flights
per day are usually packed. My plane-load got there
before sunrise and we were ushered into the dark temple
to wait expec-tantly for the ‘light show’;
it was one of ‘those days’. There were
many guards inside, to keep us in place. Slowly, as
the sun crested the horizon, the darkness inside was
dispelled, and the frescoes became visible. It was
a memorable experience.
This was the southernmost point of my trip; from Aswan,
I re-turned to Cairo by train, in an a/c carriage;
thankfully, it was for-bidden to smoke inside. The
journey took fourteen hours, and followed the course
of the Nile, although the river was seldom visi-ble;
I’d expected we would run right beside it all
the way. Back in Cairo, I had to wait quite a while
for a taxi, refusing to pay the high rates they were
demanding; this wasn’t because I could not afford,
but because we have a responsibility to those who
come after us; if we pay the first price stated, it
will become normal. Eventually, I got one at a reasonable
rate, and got to the Sun, prepared to spend
a few more days there. It was quite a bit cooler than
when I was there ten days earlier, which was a relief;
I had to use blankets at night, for the first time
since leaving England.
The next morning, thinking I had plenty of time to
get my ticket to Istanbul, I put if off until later,
and went to the Museum again, but seeing the crowds
waiting for opening-time, I turned round and walked
away, unwilling to submit to the crush. Instead, I
spent time buying a few things in Old Cairo, and in
the afternoon, went to get my ticket. I thought I
could remember where the travel-agency was, but this
time my memory failed; backwards and for-wards along
the streets and alleys of that area I went, asking
di-rections of many people, showing them the business-card,
all in vain (and earlier in this account, I’d
been boasting of my sense of direction; we often have
to eat our words). At one point, I stopped to buy
a Time magazine at a stall on a street-corner.
After two hours, I was tired and gave up for the day,
resolving to search again early the next, which I
did. This time, I found it quite easily, just about
where I thought it was, and I’d passed it several
times the day before; indeed, the stall where I’d
bought the Time magazine was practically beneath the
agency’s sign! Sometimes, we fail to see things
that are right before our eyes. How silly I felt!
My search had been time-consuming and frustrating,
but then I looked at it in a different way: as a measure
of my determination to find it; I could easily have
gone to another agency and bought a ticket for a slightly-higher
price, but there is no need to waste money, especially
when I had time. I wanted Fayed Travel and
eventually I found it. If I lose or misplace something,
I won’t rest until I find it. This habit or
quality may be positive and useful in my quest. After
more than thirty years, I have not given up, even
though my way has sometimes been hard and arid. I
may go slowly, and make many mistakes, but eventually,
I get there.
It was still early, however, and Fayed Travel
was not yet open, so I went away and came back again
shortly after opening-time, but it was still closed.
Intent upon getting the ticket that morning, I put
other things out of my mind and walked around a couple
of blocks with the aim of returning to Fayed Travel
yet again, when I spot-ted another travel-agency I’d
not seen before. With nothing to lose, I went in to
inquire about flights to Istanbul, and was told the
fare was E£890. I protested that I was able
to get it cheaper else-where, and when asked how much
cheaper, said E£855. At this, the obliging clerk
did some calculations and, not wanting to lose a potential
sale, said she would let me have it for E£850
(about US$190). I decided to give up on Fayed Travel,
and bought the ticket there and then for a flight
two days later.
My remaining time in Egypt soon came to an end. Overall,
I had enjoyed it and was impressed. One thing I can
say about Egypt with certainty ~ and about the whole
of my trip, in fact ~ is that, al-though I went everywhere
alone, I always felt safe; I wish I could say the
same about Western countries.
The flight took only two hours, and it was dusk as
we came in over the Bosphorus, with its two bridges
connecting Europe with Asia. Then the mosque-studded
city, with tall, slim minarets poised like rockets
ready for launch, was beneath us; I never tire of
seeing it from the air and picking out familiar places.
It was the third time I had flown into Istanbul, and
since the last time, a new airport-concourse had been
built. Getting through Immigration and Customs, I
boarded a shuttle-bus to the city. I was surprised
at how cool it was. While I’d been in warmer
climes, winter was coming on in the northern hemisphere.
Getting off the bus at a place I recognized, I took
a taxi the rest of the way to the Sehir Hotel
and was received as a regular patron. The next day,
I checked a number of travel-agents for flights to
Manchester and compared prices. After a while, I decided
on a KLM flight for $160, with free pick-up from my
hotel.
I then went to visit Fetih, my silver-stall friend.
He was pleased to see me again, unexpectedly. Noticing
that I was feeling the cold, he offered to lend me
a jacket, and said he would bring it the next day,
which he did. I was very grateful, as I had no warm
clothes with me. I visited him almost every day until
I left, and at one point ~ since he’d shown
some interest ~ I gave him a booklet on Buddhism that
I had been carrying around with me; it was called:
Buddhism for Human Life, but I told him I
didn’t agree with every-thing in it, and that
he should read it with discrimination, picking out
the good points. I didn’t want to scare him
off, so showed him one of the things I disagreed with
on the first page, and will quote it here: “Other
living beings cannot realize this Dharma because human
intelligence is superior to that of all other living
beings in the universe. Only the human mind can appreciate
the Dharma. It is significant to note that humans
are the only living beings in this universe who can
conceive a system as complex as religion. Even devas
and brahmas have no particular religion.”
This is typical of how many people write about Buddhism,
as if speaking from personal experience of the universe
beyond our Planet Earth, and are familiar with beings
known in Sanskrit as devas and brahmas.
It is no different from the beliefs and dogmas of
other religions. We can do with much less of such
arrogance and fanciful thinking.
My last few days in Istanbul passed quietly, and it
was soon time to return to England. I was picked up
at my hotel on the morning of November 5th and driven
through empty streets to the airport, where I checked
in at the KLM counter and went through to the gate
to wait for boarding; I had quite a lot of time to
spare, as I’d come early. It was good to hear
periodic announcements over the P.A. system that smoking
was strictly prohibited in the concourse. When I last
flew out from Istanbul in ’97, although there
were No Smoking signs on the walls, they
were openly ignored, and the place was full of smoke.
I had an exchange with a Turkish woman about this;
she was on her way to the US, and justified her smoking
by saying that 80% of Turkish people smoked. To this
I replied that if the signs don’t mean what
they say, they shouldn’t be there, and I’d
like to see her ignore the signs in U.S. airports.
We are getting there, you see, if only slowly.
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