Pyramids? What's the Point?

The Tyee (Steve Burgess)

I'm here in Cairo working on a provocative new theory about the death of Cleopatra. I have come to believe it was all a big misunderstanding.

Cairo is Africa's biggest city, and unlikely to win blue ribbons for any other distinction. The Egyptian capital is a chaotic, polluted madhouse, as even Egyptians are wont to point out. It is also home to some amazing historical treasures, many of which are still in service as taxicabs.

Others are stored at the incredible Egyptian Museum, where stern signs warn: "No laser torches." Check. (On the other hand I did not see a single sign reading "No photography," and yet was almost thrown out for not knowing it instinctively.) Leaving aside the famous Tut treasures, there are antiquities a-plenty and even some mummified crocodiles. But everyone wants to see the famous mask and coffins of the Boy King, and they are worth the trip -- particularly since they are in the only air-conditioned room in the place.

Meanwhile, the greatest treasure of all awaited me in the gift shop: "The Inflatable Boy King." It's a full size King Tut punching bag -- only 14 bucks.