On Condor Wings

On Condor Wings

On Condor wings the seven travelers and the one would fly to the land of pharaohs and one boy king.  From around the globe others would converge to glimpse the writing on the wall – of limestone and granite -- all speaking a different language -- all easily understood -- all in wonder of the beauty possible from granite rock.   The ancients would carve their history – how they lived – they way they played – how they died. – Reverence for their gods and reverence for their dead -- as if to say to all who care to listen, “we were here and we matter, remember us“.

 The artist’s signature, indeed.

Of Tut Ankh Amon and Ramses – Of Isis, Osiris and Ra –   Of Pyramids and Sphinks.  Donkey-drawn taxis.  Shells on the Sahara lying quietly for millions of years, held for the first time by human hands. -- sailing the River Nile to the sound of 1000 clicks of camera shutters.  Surely one more photo of that Felucca – just one more.

And the Vendors – oh the vendors.  From all sides they would approach – Why pay 1 pound for 10 plastics statues when we could pay 10 pounds for one.

By bus, boat and plane seven travelers and the one would fly.  Such were 14 days during the 11^th year of the second millennium as these seven strangers became friends–

 such things tend to happen when flying on Condor wings.

By: Manuel Diaz
One of the "Buzlings"... following the "Adventure God." 

Egypt 2011