At this moment, in the aroma of barbecue oil, Tom seemed to understand the meaning of those two poems: it hinted at some key information! It seemed that by following these two poems, one could find the "key" to enter the ruins of the city, Giza.
, Barbecue, friends seem to have come true. Tom met his friend's brother in Giza, and then he got new clues in the barbecue restaurant.
The remaining keywords are museum, knowledge, cats, legacy and Nubia in the night market, plus Aswan at the beginning of the poem. Tom feels that it seems necessary for him to go to the city of Aswan.
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Aswan is an important city in southern Egypt. It is located on a traffic artery. It is the gateway to black Africa and the only passage into the hinterland of Africa by sea. Aswan is also considered the birthplace of the Egyptian nation and is the link between Egypt and Nubia.
It is said that the antithesis of the ancient Egyptian word "trade" is "Aswan".
Such a city is worth visiting regardless of whether you have any clues - in fact, Egypt, which has inherited the cultural heritage of ancient Egypt, has too many places worth seeing.
Tom quickly decided on his next stop.
"Thank you, Bill."
Bill yawned and waved his hands indifferently.
"It's just a clue that no one has deciphered for hundreds of years. But if you really follow the clue and find the ancient city, remember to send me a letter, so that I don't have to worry about my performance in the next few years!"
At this time, the waiter also brought three cups of "Khosef", which is a dessert in Egypt. It is said that this drink originated from the Fatimid Dynasty in the tenth century AD. Egyptians have a sweet tooth and like to drink it in various drinks.
Desserts are topped with plenty of honey, icing sugar and dried fruits, and Hosev is no exception.
Khoshev is a kind of apricot juice and dried fruit preserves, which is a bit like a fruit salad. It is filled with "yami food", that is, dried fruits, including dried dates, dried apricots, dried prunes, etc. It is also added with a local Egyptian mystery.
Seasoning: Kamaedin - an apricot jam.
Egyptians enjoy it during Ramadan, as it is the most refreshing drink after a long day of fasting.
Hermione took the cup, stirred it slightly, and let the dried fruits sink to the surface. After taking a sip, she found that the apricot jam was mixed with the aroma of other dried fruits. The dried fruits in the cup had gone through soaking, cooking,
It also becomes soft and juicy after cooling.
The combination of sourness and sweetness instantly eliminates the greasy taste of freshly grilled meat and various fried foods.
Seeing Hermione's eyes narrowing into crescent moons, Tom also tasted the drink and found that it tasted really good. He decided to bring some dried fruits in his package.
After saying goodbye to Bill, Tom and Hermione went to the National Museum of Egypt together.
When Tom came to the ticket office with a glass of iced juice in his hand, he found that there was no one there. He found the conductor who was having lunch in the shade next to him, but was told that the tickets had been sold out.
"Tickets for the Egyptian National Museum need to be booked in advance. Today's tickets have long been sold out." The lean conductor sat in the shade of a tree and waved impatiently to Tom. There was a small fan in front of him, spinning rapidly.
Trying to dissipate the heat from his body.
"We are tourists from the UK..." Tom thought, there is a high probability that this kind of attraction has tickets reserved for foreigners.
The conductor frowned and said impatiently: "The British no longer have special privileges after Mr. Nasser came to power!"
Tom made an empiricist mistake. Local Egyptians do not have that much consumption potential. Most of the people who visit the museum are foreign tourists. Naturally, they do not pay special attention to foreign tourists.
The conductor didn't want to talk to Tom anymore, and the two of them were in a state of not conversing. However, Hermione tugged on the corner of Tom's clothes and motioned for him to leave first. Sure enough, after walking a few steps away, a man wearing a white scarf appeared.
The man followed him.
He is lean, has a mustache on his lips, bright eyes, and has a loudspeaker on his waist.
"Museum guide, 350 Egyptian pounds a day, do you two need it?" 350 Egyptian pounds is not a small amount. The freshly squeezed juice in Tom's hand only costs 2 pounds - this is the juice squeezed from three large oranges. Bill Naton just said that
The meal only cost less than two hundred pounds.
"But there are no more tickets to the museum." Hermione said with a smile.
The turbaned man's eyes flashed with a sly light, "There are always tickets," he glanced at the sky, "It's already noon, I can give you two a preferential price of 300 pounds, and I can also take photos for you.
Look, how beautiful this lady is. If in ancient times, she could be the wife of a pharaoh. It would be a pity if she couldn't take a few photos as a souvenir."
Hermione covered her mouth and snickered.
"Okay," since the problem can be solved with gold, let's spend money. Tom took out two ten-pound notes and handed them over. The turbaned man rubbed them twice, and then happily put them into his waist.
I also gave Tom 120 Egyptian pounds in change in my backpack.
Then, he took Tom and Hermione across the street, went around in a circle, and came to the parking lot behind the museum. There, there was a small door for employees to enter and exit, and a young security guard who looked somewhat similar to the man was standing there.
Smoking there.
The man in the turban walked up to the young man and smiled at him. The young man looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he gently opened the small door a crack and untied the isolation tape inside.
"Go in and go straight." He whispered.
Tom and Hermione were both shocked. They really came in through the back door this time.
The man in the turban led the two of them straight.
"Actually, there's nothing we can do. You came too late. All the tickets we got here were sold out in the morning." He spread his hands, feeling helpless, "But in my hands, Abdullah, nothing can't be done."
business!"
A guy who can come up with such a crazy idea is not bragging when he says that.
Tom walked into this museum in the most magical way.
They walked through the corridor, passed the bustling hall, and turned into a secluded side room.
"Follow me, and I'll make sure you visit the museum before it closes in the afternoon and won't miss a single exhibition hall." Abdullah is indeed very professional. He can always cleverly avoid the crowds and arrange the exhibition hall with the fewest people for Tom and me.
, often when Tom and his friends leave, a large tourist group will rush in, or they will just enter a certain exhibition hall after the large tourist group leaves.
Not only was the arrangement ingenious, Abdullah was also very smooth-talking. He explained the origins of various cultural relics and the interesting historical stories behind them as fast as a machine gun.
He seemed to know everything, but Tom could see that he probably only remembered the most famous cultural relics in the exhibition hall and those with stories - he relied on these to attract the attention of the two people, so that they had no time to care about other things.