Tuesday, March 2, 2010

February 24, 2010 El Kab and the Trip to Aswan



The day began with an amazing croissant at our hotel in Luxor (I cannot wait to return) and a two-hour bus ride to our first ancient site in the valley. El Kab is a cemetery and temple complex located very near the city of Heirakonpolis. It’s importance lies in the fact that it represents many firsts: the first royal burials, the first large accumulation of temple riches, and one of the first instances of the cult of Horus. The temple we visited (the Hammam) is dedicated to Nekhbet, Thoth, and Horus. Starting out the trip I’m not sure exactly what theme I will be following through the valley, but I know that I am interested in Christian reuse of monuments so I will try and keep my eyes and ears open for that as well as something a little more easily spotted, I loved the ceilings today so that might be an interesting sub-theme. For now I will just make note of what I found interesting and wait a few sites for a pattern to emerge.

We began our visit with the burials of the important citizens of Heirakonpolis – priests, tutors, and warriors. The first tomb we visited was the Tomb of Ahmose with his famous biography of all the wars he participated in. I noticed that his ceiling appeared to have stars on it, but it was explained that the ceiling was made to imitate the cloth of a tent and that perhaps this was to avoid infringing on the star ceilings usually reserved for the pharaohs. The next tomb, the tomb of Ren-Nene, also had the “fake tent” ceiling. Ren-Nene’s tomb also had these amazing “Mu” dancers who were all in dancing poses and wearing really great hats. I’m not entirely sure of their function – I know that they were near the funerary mourners and opening of the mouth ceremony on the wall – but I would love to see more of them and how they develop. We also visited the tomb of Setau high priest of Nekhbet. I noticed in his tomb how absolutely red everything was, especially the very back wall. Setau was interesting because his walls display a journey to the Heb Sed festival which would have been a very important time for all of Egypt and the pharaoh who ruled them. The Tomb of Paheri was the last we visited and having come from such a red tomb I noticed immediately that the color scheme there was very yellow. Paheri had some interesting hacked out areas including a small section with a man holding a rabbit and a man holding a calf that was part of an offering scene. It was unclear why these two men should be singled out and the large depiction of Paheri be left alone.



After the tombs we got back on the bus and headed to the “Hammam”, or Ptolemaic Temple, to see the Chapel to Nekhbet the eye goddess and to Thoth made by the Viceroy of Kush. The Chapel was incredibly small and hot so we didn’t linger, but it was interesting to note how light worked inside. The Ptolemaic Temple itself was excellent and showed many images of Ramses II offering desert animals to Nekhbet which fits right in with her mythology. I loved the Hathor figures depicted along the ceilings, they seem to always look sweet and gentle. There was also a beautiful lion relief that could actually serve the dual purpose of signifying the East and Nekhbet. The ceiling of the temple depicted the goddess in her vulture form and her skin was green, which is interesting to note because the blocks at Amheida also have vultures with green skin.



What I found most interesting about the temple was the graffiti in the kiosk because that was where a small sign of Christian reuse popped up. Walking out we noticed crude etchings of the ancient Gods and very close to these someone had carved two large crosses. It seems like these tombs and the hemispeos temple would have been a very attractive area for local monks.





We finished this excursion and then continued the drive to the hotel where we had a delicious (but slightly overpriced) lunch and then spent the rest of the day on a felucca listening to Christine give the first Valley Seminar presentation.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Future Blog Posts

My future blog posts are going to be dedicated to my class because it is much easier to post what I am doing on here for everyone then add tons of pictures to a word document and try and email it at the end of class. So. What follows are the "day notes" for the last few days of our trip up the Nile. We each have picked a them that interests us and that we can track in the temples and tombs that we visit - I chose Christian reuse - and so that is what my blog will focus on. I will also add some "family" notes but I think the school notes will be just as interesting because they will be full of pictures. Yay.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Cabin Fever - Literally

Well life in the house has most definitely has taken a turn for the terrifying. It began with a section of the excavation - the street outside of the villa - and a trench that they began digging about 4 days ago which went farther then we've ever gone before. Almost immediately ostraka came flying out of the trench (30 in one day, an outrageous amount amount, to be followed the next day by 45). One of the assistants at the trench got a very high fever the following day and was gone. We all wished him well and then pretty much went on with our lives thinking he'd got a food bug. The next day one of the students in the trench went to the hospital with what turned out to be massive kidney stones. This was also one of those, oh, not so good, but okay we'll keep going. Then the head archaeologist at the trench also caught the extremely high fever but this time she had a stomach bug as well. Not so good. Then the topographers who worked on the trench also both caught the stomach bug and extremely high fever. Suddenly everyone is starting to worry about the trench - saying it's cursed, etc.

At dinner tonight a girl from the trench over stood up and was sick. Another guy who works at that trench became ill immediately after dinner. Pretty much a super high fever stomach bug is officially running rampant in our house in the middle of nowhere - literally. The middle of nowhere. I cannot escape.

cabin fever.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Life continues as usual here at the old dig house. I will be done with my first shift on pottery duty tomorrow and will begin excavating what appears to be a possible early church on Saturday. We've been having strange weather (aka a freaking sandstorm for 3 days) and so site has been pretty miserable - windy, freezing, and full of sand. Sand everywhere. Due to the storm we have had very little water, meaning none, and our power has been intermittent, so it's been interesting. As per usual I am the first person to sustain a strange injury on site - I was bitten by something lurking in my boot (or the sand) and my ankle and foot have swelled up to an impressive size. I suspect it was a spider as my foot - aside from the giant crater of nastiness - is covered in tiny spider bites, but the old archaeologists say that spiders here don't bite (clearly they haven't seen the rest of my foot) in Egypt and that it was probably some sand ant/mite/flea/non-deadly scorpion. It would have had to have been the most badass ant in the world to cause this foot, so I guess that's pretty cool.

Despite the sand and mysterious injuries I am still having an AMAZING time here, we've been busy pretty much constantly from 5:30 am to 9:30 pm when I fall asleep no matter where I am in the house pretty much on the dot. I'll try to post a general update about the house soon!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Huge post to make up for major lack of any.

Today was the first day of excavation and the house is almost at full capacity. The three dinner tables are all full – I don’t know what we’ll do when the last few stragglers get here – and I’ve had to revise my shower plans. It really does feel like some strange adult summer camp: half of the house is centered around large open-aired courtyards with sand floors so we are outside 99% of the time we are not in the field (where you are still outside), the showers are either ice cold, blisteringly hot, or dancing some lovely tango between the two (definitely my least favorite shower experience), we eat at large family style table, and everyone wakes up at 5:30 am and is asleep by 11:00 pm.

In the last month I have discovered a strange but intense love of the early Christians of the area, my favorite is a crazy monk named St. Shenoute known for his “intense passionate love” aka he beat his followers to death for breaking his rules – good times – but he also saved 20,000 people from Blemies – also good times – and even more strange CERAMICS. Everyone thinks I’m crazy but I just can’t get enough of these silly pot sherds – luckily Amheida (our site) is literally covered in millions, not an exaggeration, of them so we have plenty of secure and non-secure sherds to work with.

So for the first two weeks of the excavation I will be working with the lead ceramicist and her motley crew of Italians as we sort and catalog thousands and thousands of pot sherds. I’ve been working with her the last few weeks cleaning old season’s sherds and so today as a reward she began to teach me how to draw pottery, which is really exciting because once you know how to draw pottery you are pretty much an invaluable addition to any excavation! Exciting! So, that’s what I’ve been doing when I haven’t been traveling around the area or reading about silly desert ascetics – scrubbing pot sherds! Anyway, she told me I was her favorite student today – though I’m starting to think she was buttering me up for more pot sherd washing tomorrow (my hands look like an old lady’s).

Usually this would mean I could skip the 5:30 wake up call for breakfast at 6:00 and a bright and early back-of-a-truck ride to the site, and instead enjoy a leisurely breakfast with the other home-based archaeological units like small finds and the physical anthropologists, but not this season. Apparently they’ve decided to sort on site this season, which means we have to lug our equipment to the site at 6 in the morning and then sit under a sweet tent sorting all the buckets of sherds the various archaeologists find and bring to us.

Speaking of archaeologist! The house is crawling with them! They’re everywhere – and they are Italian, and French, and Dutch, and English, and American and they are all amazingly interesting and friendly though the language barrier is proving to be quite the barrier and most dinner tables are divided by nationality. I’m constantly in awe of the people I meet because most of them are very important names that I’ve been reading in class, or that come up when I’m researching a paper, and they are all incredibly friendly. Well, they are friendly to the students, there are some intense rivalries springing up between the two dig houses. There is a “Canadian House” right behind our house, the Canadian House is run by Tony Mills who is the founder of the whole oasis excavating business and runs the famous Dakhla Oasis Project (DOP), and oddly enough the Canadian House is currently full of Australians. Our house is headed by Roger Bagnall (the greatest of all professors – for real) who is relatively new to the oasis – about 8 years I believe – and who has a massive multi-million dollar grant which allows our house to be way more kick-assier. Like totally woah. Anyway, the two houses DO NOT get along apparently, there are some crazy scholarly rivalries surfacing and some also not so scholarly but pretty hilarious fights as well.

For instance:

Today at breakfast we were all talking to Professor Bagnall about how the internet is running slowly and how we have noticed Australians sitting outside our house with their computers on skype (which we are not allowed to do until after 11pm). Professor Bagnall, who is a man who gets things done, was not pleased by this and so went to Bruno our tech guy and told him to password protect the internet from now on at our house so that the Australians can no longer steal our bandwith. Bruno did this and no one told the Canadian House this had happened so they all came over to use the internet in a big group, sat down in the computer room with Professor Bagnall watching gleefully nearby, and tried to log on. He promptly informed them that the internet was now password protected and they all slammed their computers shut and marched out. The door that opens to the courtyard between the two houses has been shut ever since.

Silly archaeologists!

Anyway – as you have read there is a heck of a lot going on around here and I will try to be better about updating now that the Australians have stopped slowing down our internet connection, but I can make no guarantees because this whole excavating thing is pretty darn hectic!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

soon I promise

Soon there will be a full update! el'humdellelah!

I haven't been able to write much about our Kharga field trip because the full excavation team has arrived and the house has been in a pretty much constant state of turmoil trying to get everything ready for the first day of excavations (Saturday). I've been assigned to pottery detail and so will be following the ceramicists around learning the tricks of their trade (and by learning the tricks of their trade I mean drawing and cleaning potsherds from 6 am to 10 pm). I've been working with them off and on for the past 3 weeks though and I think they are starting to realize I'm really interested and are excited to teach me more. in'shallallah!

anyway,
I promise to update soon - at the very least there should be pictures from the trip.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Future Plans

Random Note About What I Do When I'm Not Reading About Christian Egypt:

So being here with all of these crazy archaeologists (who I've been reading for the last 3 years) and bitter grad students has definitely helped me in forming my own plans for life after senior year. I'm thinking about doing a joint degree program in law and a MA in art history/archaeology. EPIC. I've emailed a couple of schools that I'm interested in (Boston...) and have gotten surprisingly encouraging answers. Pretty sweet. Though going the MA route means I still have to learn French and German. Le sigh.