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From Egypt To Israel And Back Again
I’m standing on the Israeli side of the border between Egypt and Israel at Taba, and I’m sweating. I’m on my way to The Jerusalem Conference, a ... read more
by Ian Bassingthwaighte
02 Aug 2010
United States
PHOTO CONTEST: Cultural Explorers
Winner [Jomsom, Nepal] – While traveling by bus to Jomsom, my friend and I discovered that part of the road was ... read more
by Glimpse Staff
05 Oct 2009
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Egypt
Walk (and try to talk) Like an Egyptian
To walk like an Egyptian is to walk with dirty feet and a swiveling head. In the first few days of my Alexandrian existence, I noticed that my feet acquired an amount of dirt consistent with the distance I had traveled. Each time I leave beit a-tallibat, the female students’ ... read more
by Ariana Siegel
18 Sep 2010
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<p>[Western Oases, Egypt] On a hazy, dusty day in December, a few friends and I explored Egypt’s Western Oases. As we approached a fortress in the middle of the desert, a man in a blue scarf beckoned us over and, in broken English, asked if we wanted to see the “moomies.” After several minutes of confused hand gestures, he led us to a dark cave, filled with preserved human remains—mummies! There were a few more of these caves, all dug into the side of a dry mountain, and we walked around taking it all in. Afterwards, the crypt guard, alone in this remote spot in the desert, invited us to his home for some tea and dominoes. I almost beat him once, but it was clear he had more practice.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Nicole Sheldon-Desjardins</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/bVj_hb/small.png)
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<p>[Western Oases, Egypt] On a hazy, dusty day in December, a few friends and I explored Egypt’s Western Oases. As we approached a fortress in the middle of the desert, a man in a blue scarf beckoned us over and, in broken English, asked if we wanted to see the “moomies.” After several minutes of confused hand gestures, he led us to a dark cave, filled with preserved human remains—mummies! There were a few more of these caves, all dug into the side of a dry mountain, and we walked around taking it all in. Afterwards, the crypt guard, alone in this remote spot in the desert, invited us to his home for some tea and dominoes. I almost beat him once, but it was clear he had more practice.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Nicole Sheldon-Desjardins</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/bVj_hb/large.png)
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<p>[Havana, Cuba] A friend from Puerto Rico asked me to track down an acquaintance while I was in Havana. My mission: To find the man with the largest collection of tango music in Cuba and give him my friend’s gift, a collection of CDs by Carlos Gardel. Upon arriving at the address I'd been given, I learned that the collector had died a year earlier. My stepson began visiting Havana’s tango clubs to see if he could learn more about the collector, and eventually met the Cuban music historian Felix Contreras, pictured here. We were invited to his home in Havana, where we talked for hours about Cuban music. Felix told us that the tango collection had been divvied up and sold, a fact that made him very sad.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Julie Collazo</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/sljOnW/small.png)
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<p>[Havana, Cuba] A friend from Puerto Rico asked me to track down an acquaintance while I was in Havana. My mission: To find the man with the largest collection of tango music in Cuba and give him my friend’s gift, a collection of CDs by Carlos Gardel. Upon arriving at the address I'd been given, I learned that the collector had died a year earlier. My stepson began visiting Havana’s tango clubs to see if he could learn more about the collector, and eventually met the Cuban music historian Felix Contreras, pictured here. We were invited to his home in Havana, where we talked for hours about Cuban music. Felix told us that the tango collection had been divvied up and sold, a fact that made him very sad.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Julie Collazo</em></p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/sljOnW/large.png)
