Travel: Traveling with Herodotus

Washington Post (Justin Marozzi)

Justin Marozzi is the author of "The Way of Herodotus: Travels With the Man Who Invented History," published this month by Da Capo Press.

When he came to the country's most magical monuments, the pyramids, he couldn't resist another tall story. The pharaoh Cheops (or Khufu, as he's also known) ran out of money during the Great Pyramid's construction, he reported. To replenish the royal coffers, Cheops sent his daughter to a brothel and put her to work. The unfortunate woman decided to do some business on the side to raise her own pyramid, charging each satisfied customer a 2.5-ton block of limestone. Entertaining nonsense, you might think, but be careful about mentioning the story to Egyptians. They consider it blasphemous.

One afternoon in Cairo, having returned from trips to Memphis and Luxor and a foray into the Western Desert to visit the ancient oasis of Siwa, whose Oracle of Ammon was consulted by Alexander the Great in 331 B.C., my guide and I drive to the pyramids to search for our own tall stories. These days the most improbable tend to have a ring of truth about them. And it is the Egyptian guides, rather than foreign tourists, who tell them with a sense of wonder bordering on disbelief. One of them is about how sun-worshiping New Agers descend on Giza once a year, dressed in white, holding hands in a circle and praying before slipping into the Great Pyramid at midnight (thanks to some baksheesh) to make their pilgrimage through the granite darkness of the Great Gallery to the millennial stillness of the King's Chamber for a bout of soul-searching and exploration of their consciousness.

Suddenly, as I'm standing there listening, the atmosphere turns poisonous. One moment, the tourist touts have been offering me rides on camels and horses, "rare" (mass-produced) papyri, undiscovered royal tombs, forgotten treasures and prostitutes; the next they are struck with fear and suspicion, which turns suddenly to outright hostility. The sight of my notebook has proved fatal.

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