2008 Egypt; Day 1

Day 1;             January 8, 2008

 Arriving in Luxor

As usual, I awoke before my alarm went off, which had been set for 3:00 a.m. I washed my hair, got dressed, and made the last preparations. My suitcase had already been brought to the airport the evening before, so what was packed, was packed….. no more re-packing.

I then walked to the train station, bought my ticket, and waited in the cold until it arrived punctually at 4:41. At the 5th station I got off to catch the airport bus which left there at 5:01. The bus was amazingly full, but mostly with airport workers. The ride itself was only 10 minutes.

I arrived at the gate on time! Because of lots of construction going on, I had to walk a very long way to get to it! Boarding was supposed to start at 6:00, with departure at 6:45, but for some reason it was a bit delayed. But soon we boarded airport buses which took us to the Air Berlin A 320 for the short flight to Nürnberg. In spite of the short flight time, we were served drinks and a snack. The flight was full of vacationers planning to go on in various directions from Nürnberg to Fuerte Ventura, Mallorca, etc., etc.

I had never been in Nürnburgs new terminal. It was fairly large and very modern…. and crowded! It seemed to be a hub for Air Berlin flights, which also seemed to be scheduled to depart at around the same time. I had a bit of time to people watch and I noticed that, with the exception of a few students, everyone was my age and older! Like with the flight from Frankfurt, it seemed to be an old folk’s home on tour!

We soon boarded the LTU A 321 for our flight to Luxor. The flight was fully booked! And again, it was an old folks’ home on wings! The flight time was about 4 hours.

As with the flight from Frankfurt, I had a window seat and soon I was already taking pictures! Of course, some may not come out, but I took one of the Munich airport,

after that the Alp mountains, which were covered with snow and just gorgeous.

The route went along Slovenia, then to the Mediterranean, which was partly covered with clouds. Soon I saw below me a desert coast…. we had arrived at North Africa. I attempted again to take some pictures. Then the captain pointed us to a long, dark strip to the left of us (the side I was sitting on), informing us that that was the Nile River valley.

  As we approached Luxor, we flew direct over the Nile, which you could see meandering in the middle, or on the side, of that green valley area. Soon we were preparing for our landing at Luxor, again right on schedule.

It appeared as if the airport has a new runway, since the one left of us was blocked off and looked unused. A part of it was used as a taxiway toward a large and also seemingly new terminal. There were only two airplanes parked at the apron and it looked like the airfield doesn’t see very much in the way of traffic.

 

We headed for the passport control where those without a visa received their sticker and we turned in our coupons from the travel agent. Everyone pushed and shoved to the counter, even though it was clear no one would be left out. One idiot stood on my foot and didn’t even notice my complaint. The passengers were from at least two different travel groups, the largest one being Phoenix Travels, my group.

Then we picked up our bags from the baggage claim and went outside where another representative of Phoenix travel told us which bus to board and the name of the ship we were assigned. My ship had the name “Marquis II”.

Since everyone had booked different categories of trips, we were soon going our different ways. My bus had about 10 people. A young German gal, Stephanie, greeted us on board and pointed out a few sights to us on our short drive to the Nile and our ship. One of the sights was the temple of Karnak which would be our first sightseeing tour on Wednesday. While waiting for the bus to get on the way, I turned on my handy and got connection, so I could give Hermann and Regina a call to tell them I had arrived safe and sound.

We arrived at the pier where our ship was tied. The water level of the Nile was pretty low so that the gangway was tricky. We had to walk over that to one ship, walk through three ships until reaching our own. Luckily, we didn’t have to carry our baggage, that was done by the many Egyptian workers. We had been told not to give the workers any tips since that was taken care of by Phoenix.

My first impression of the ship was ok. We went first up to the salon on the 3rd floor. Here we were met by a young Egyptian, Mohammed, who would be our main tour representative. He spoke good German and explained to us the procedures and schedule. We were only one of a number of groups on the ship. According to Mohammed, the ship was fully booked, though we didn’t see that many people around. We then when back downstairs to receive out cabin number and collect our luggage.

My cabin is on level one, right above the water line. It’s a small, compact room containing 2 single beds and its own rest room complete with shower. There was even a hair dryer.

The room appeared clean and I had no reason for complaints. It had a weird smell, but I assume that has to do with the type of cleaning materials used. The bedding was also clean. There was a telephone plus a television, complete with German television (ZDF).

I unpacked my stuff, hanging some things in the closet, then freshened up before going on a tour of the ship. It was now about 1600 local time. We were scheduled to meet Mohammed again at 1800 for the next instructions.

On board the ship we not only had the salon, which was also the entertainment room, but a bar room and a relative elegant restaurant where all the meals were served, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, in buffet style. All drinks between 1000 and 2400 are included in the “all-inclusive”. Behind the salon is an outside deck where coffee and cake is served. At the rear of the ship is a small swimming pool. It, too, looked very clean.

A young couple from my group was standing at the reeling, looking over the Nile. Soon we started talking and getting to know each other and, together with a lady I sat next to during the talks, we now have our little group for during the meals. As is common on such vacation trips, we were soon on first name terms. Anna and Wolfgang are from Bavaria, and Rosi is from Berlin. Rosi received the trip as a gift from her daughter for her 60th birthday. She had lived in Cairo some 3 years ago and intended to use the trip just to relax. Later …….. from Rudolfstadt joined our table.

All meals were served buffet style with enough choice of salads, main dishes, and desserts for everyone, even me, to find something. In the evening our little group sat together in the salon and enjoyed some of the wine served…. and it wasn’t bad, either. But soon we each went to our respective cabins, where I started writing this report.

 

2011 The building of Regina’s House

In 2011 Regina and her husband, Sven, decided to build a house. They found a plot in Hergershausen, a small part of Babenhausen. So that Sven’s parents could follow the construction, I put it step by step in my homepage. They started having it built in 2011, but didn’t move in until 2012.

February  2, getting the foundation ready

February 6, getting the piping installed for the usual water and electricity stuff

February 8, the kids inspect the progress

 

February 22 / the house arrives!

The workers arrived at 6:00 am and got to work. By the time I arrive, around 2:00 pm, the first floor was already standing. It was already possible to take a tour…….

It’s finally turning into a house

 

 The kids prefered the dirt outside

Beginning the inside, here the kitchen

The large window/doors leading to the back yard from the living room und proud Regina

Already getting the roof

Routine controls by the customs police, looking for illegal workers. All the paperwork was ok!

view from childrens room to staircase leading downstairs and view from childrens room to back yard

living room area as viewed from the stairs

main bath room upstairs

tiles almost done….

putting the tiles down for the patio

March 29; scaffolding is off…..

inspecting the progress

a closet/Abstellkammer put in under the stairs

The utility room with a door to the outside

up stairs the entrance door to the attic

The guest bathroom on the ground floor

 

The remains of the traditional celebration tree

May 7; getting the kitchen prepared and fixing the first furniture pieces with the help from a girl friend

The drive / car parking spot / front of house and the grass is planted in the back yard

The barbecue is all set up and also a pool

The kids arrived on Saturday and understandably excitement was high. But they were more interested in the surprises built in the back yard then they were about their rooms!

and Sven’s parents come to visit

Then the girls finally got to see their new rooms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1968, High School graduation

For 4 years I attended the El Cajon Valley High school. Then it was time to graduate. The time in the school I really enjoyed.

 After it I attended the San Diego State college (it’s now a university). I just enjoyed going to school and learning. I only spent one year there. I’ll write more about it in a different entry.

1950, My Beginnings

This was our first home. Not much, but that was standard for the times, a so-called „quanset“ hut!

To start off with, I was born on Feruary 23, 1950 in Annapolis, Maryland, USA. My dad was with the Navy and stationed there and as far as I know, he actually taught at the Navy academy.

so, even then I liked cats back then!!

already bekomming a coke addict !! here with my mom

and here with  my dad!

and here is my dads mom with me and my older brother, Bob.

Then of course Christmas was celebrated

 

 

          

                                                                                                                  

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

   

1959, Mexican Wedding in El Cajon

In 1959 I was asked by neighbors of ours if I’d be flower girl at their daughters wedding. Of course I said yes. The family were Mexicans so it was an interesting event.

Here is how I looked:

Here are a few pictures of the wedding itself. Our church back then was just a roofed patio because the new church wasn’t built yet.

The bridal couple with her parents.

I kept that dress for many years and in 2006 my eldest grand daughter, Tamara, tried it on. That was fun to see. As you can see, it was Christmas time and Tamara spent a few days at my home.

1966-1968, High School Banner Corp

From my sophomore until my senior year at El Cajon Valley High School I proudly marched in the banner corb. It was so much fun! We marched in many parades and competitions.

The smallest girls were on the ends, the taller ones in the middle! We marched in Long Beach a couple of times. We drove there on a bus, stopping at a restaurant on the way.

This was our uniform for the ast two years. We had a different one in my Freshman year. Which I only lost in my last moves. Of course we marched in our local Mother Goose parade which took place every year. Suring the one year it rained, but we tried to take part anyway. And we managed to get in the newspapers!

2008, 40 yrs. Class Reunion

Saturday, 23 Aug. 2008

I managed to attend the 2008 reunion. Here are a few of the pictures. 

By chance the night before I got an inspiration and wrote a poem. I called it “ Memories in a bag“. I had with me a cloth bag my mom had sewn and I had a few ECVHS items in it which I removed and described. I couldn’t add many names because I wasn’t sure anymore if I was right. Sooooorrry But I did manage to get a few…….

Marvin Bauer had the „priviledge“ of introducing me. Thanks Marv!

In the picture below you see my school sweater and the previous reunion T-shirts.

Here I am reading the poem. The poem I’ll add in an extra entry.

And  of course I got to meet lots of former classmates. It was great fun!! Some of the lower, individual portraits were taken at the Sunday get-together.

One of my main reasons for the poem, I noticed that my former best friend, Terry Starkey, wasn’t on the list of the deceased.

Mickey Hatch and Linda?

    

            ???, Cheryl Tate, Marvin Bauer,  Jim Bolda

   Jim Supinger and  David Maier

        

2008, Poem for the Class reunion

Memories in a Bag

Written for the 40th El Cajon Valley High School class reunion

August 23, 2008

We all have our dear memories,

Hidden somewhere far away,

Somewhere in our head,

Precious to this day.

Memories, of days long past,

Of times that once were here,

Sad and happy, good and bad,

Saved from year to year.

The days of youth, we owned the world,

At least that’s what we thought,

Care free times, for most of us,

While others went and fought.

In 68 there was a war,

And we were marching in the street,

But not as protest, nor in hate,

For us, life was still so sweet.

The times we had, among our friends,

A sports event, a formal ball,

With girl’s league and the marching band,

Banner corp and all.

Remember when? We ask tonight,

And think of that long gone year,

Yes I do, or no I don’t,

I’ve forgotten, is what we hear.

Some dear friends have passed away,

Others are in this room

Still others did not attend,

The reasons we can only presume.

I have with me memories in a bag,

here for all of you to see,

Memories of some happy times,

What’s in it? What can it be?

What can it be, that’s red and soft,

And worn with so much pride?

I’ve cherished mine for all this time,

Something I shouldn’t hide.

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My high school sweater, once a must!

We wore them all the time,

With all the pins, to mark the fun,

I proudly present you mine.

Oh, what fun we had!

20 years had now gone by,

I attended, ……of that I’m glad.

Now 30 years had come and gone,

A reunion was in 98,

Again I attended, flew over from afar,

And once again I was glad…. It was great!

Last but not least, the most important of all.

Where most of the memories are found,

The special something, we all treasured so much,

It’s red and blue and bound.

“The Legend ‘68” recorded and retells,

In photos and words, in a book arranged,

Of the events back then and the people we knew,

My, how much we have changed!

With hopes in our hearts and dreams aimed so high,

It’s been 40 years since that day,

The most important event, in our youthful lives,

We graduated and went on our merry way.

 

Now we meet once again, the few still around,

To remember those days long gone by,

To share the memories that are still in our heads,

And of the ones that are here in a bag.

 

There is another item that I still have yet didn’t bring with me….. my high school ring. I didn’t want to risk losing it. In fact, I have two rings.

In August 2006 I once again took the long trip over the big pond to visit my family. Before I arrived, I searched the internet for some news about my former best girl friend, Terry Starkey. I couldn’t find anything. After arriving here, I decided to finally visit her mom to see if I could get an address or something. Her mom still lived in the same house, just like my folks.

From Terry’s mom I found out that Terry had passed only one month before from health issues.

That’s almost spooky, since for some reason I had felt the urge to find her. In high school we had done just about everything together, from going to dances, the movies, the beach, flirting with guys, folk dancing in Balboa Park and she was my bridesmade at my wedding in 1970. But then I moved to Germany and with time we lost contact. We met again at the 20th reunion, but again lost contact….that reunion was the last time I saw her.

Her mom gave me her class ring. Terry, I miss you and I dedicate the above poem to you.

 

1957, our new home in El Cajon

After a 3 year stay in Cuba, dad got transfered to San Diego. And of course we needed a home. We found one in a city just East of San Diego. Not special, but big (4 bedrooms and a garden). Of course it was quite bare when it was new…..no grass, no plants, nothing.

here are the 3 of us at the back door. 

We soon added a patio….nice shade for getting out of the often very hot Sun.